Jenga! Jon thought. Out loud, he said, "I wish I had a game of Jenga in front of me."
A tower of Jenga pieces in their box popped into being onto the sink in front of Jon. Nothing unusual about it...yet.
"I wish this Jenga game would have directions and/or transformations written on each piece and that those directions and transformations would change every time the tower is restacked. I wish that once read out loud, the reader of these pieces will have to follow those directions or transformations. I wish that once everyone who has read a piece says the words "good game," all directions will be cancelled and all transformations reversed."
"I also wish that whoever plays this game will be comfortable with new and strange things, and won't freak out when things get out of their comfort zone."
Jon picked up his game and headed back to his friends.
