"I wish that this sandwich had some mayo on it." Suddenly the sandwich changed and a layer of mayonnaise appeared between the meat and the salad. Peter bit the sandwich again. "What the...?"
Peter dropped the sandwich onto the carpet, and it rolled over, leaving a white trail of mayonnaise across the floor.
"Ah shit!" said Peter, getting a cloth before kneeling down and scrubbing the mayonnaise into the carpet. "I wish there were an easier way of getting this stain out."
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Peter opened it and there stood a woman. "Hello there, Peter. You have been selected to try out this brand new carpet cleaner for free! Hey, is that a mayonnaise stain - well, let's get that out!" The lady activated the cleaner and applied it to the stain. It vanished from the carpet without a mark.
"I'll leave you the cleaner to trial and will pick it up next week! Bye!!!"
The lady left the house. Peter opened the door, but the lady had vanished completely.
Peter sat down. The last two things he had said both began with "I wish." How could wishes come true - that was impossible! "I wish those curtains were blue" said Peter. Nothing happened. "I wish those curtains were blue" he said again. Still nothing. Peter looked round. He saw his chair, the clean carpet and...the rock. Perhaps it was something to do with the rock. He picked it up.
"I wish those curtains were blue." Suddenly, the rock glowed, and the curtains turned a dark shade of blue.
"What the f---" said Peter as he looked at the rock. Could this rock do anything? Peter sat down. What if it could do anything...?
Peter held the rock. "I wish that Angela was here." Angela was Peter's secretary from work. They had had a brief affair a year ago, and Jon's mom knew nothing about it. Peter had wanted to continue it, but Angela had got cold feet and shied off. Suddenly, she appeared in front of him. She was wearing her usual work clothes, short skirt, black tights and high heels, white blouse, loads of make up.
Angela looked at Peter. "What am I doing here?"
Peter smiled. He could do anything he liked with her, but where to start? He held out the rock. "I wish that Angela was..."
