Mikey squirmed awake, at the sound of his alarm clock. He was about to go back to sleep, but stopped when he saw a small rock sitting next to his pillow. Next to it was a note, with scribbled handwriting:
This is a magic stone! Make a wish!
Being ten years old, Mikey still had an active imagination and he immediately believed the stone to be real. Or, at least, hoped it was real.
"Cool," he said. "I wish ..."
