"I don't know? Wow, look at how her finger just healed over. I would have thought she would have grown a new finger?" said Jon in her sexy voice.
Grandpa ran over to Sarah in disbelief. Sure enough, the middle finger of her left hand was gone. "I don't believe this! She looked familiar, but wow!"
"What? She's just missing a finger! Look at the others around here!" exclaimed Jon
"Sarah? Sarah, is that you?" asked Grandpa.
"Of course its me you dumbshit. Untie me and I'll show just who the Hell I am." Said Sarah
"That's my Sarah." Said a smiling Grandpa.
"What?" said Jon.
"Fuck YOU," said Sarah.
Grandpa didn't respond to either one. She stood over Sarah and held the rock out. Sarah suddenly regretted yelling at Grandpa and began pleading, but Grandpa ignored her.
"I wish Sarah is not be able to use the powers of this rock. I wish that Sarah will live a long and happy life." Said Grandpa
Sarah stopped pleading and now looked up at Grandpa. What was he up too? The first part was obvious, but the second part? That was a nice thing to do, he shouldn't be doing nice things to Sarah!
"I wish Sarah would have a true love in her life." Said Grandpa.
This was getting silly, its SARAH he's talking about.
"I wish Sarah will be blessed with many healthy children, that result from the marriage to her one true love." Said Grandpa.
Well, Sarah wasn't ready for children now, but in future, hey, what's with all this nice stuff?
"I wish Sarah can tell its her one true love, because he will be the one in a beaver hat that unties Sarah."
What? What was this? Some kind of trick, Sarah wasn't going to fall in love with Jon, besides, Jon's a girl now!
"I wish Sarah was lying alongside the Wichita Road three miles outside Abilene, Kansas on June 4th, 1866." Said Grandpa and Sarah disappeared in a "POOF" before able to say a word.
"What was that all about?" asked Jon.
"June 4th, 1866, is the day I meet my first wife, Four Fingered Sarah. She was dressed in what I thought was her underwear and lying hog-tied along side the road. It was a group of us cowpokes that found her. She really seemed to like my new beaver hat though. We got married a week latter. Darndest thing, she kept havin twins, but we loved each and every one."
"Wait, 1866? 1866? 1866!!!!??? SARAH?" exclaimed Jon.
"Yup, looks like Sarah is your great grandma. Ain't you glad you didn't shoot 'ER?" laughed Grandpa.
"1866!!!" went on Jon.
"Oh, keep your britches on! You think somebody with that rock would be born yesterday? I guess some are! Ha, ha, no, looky here. Yup, I was born in 1840. That rock has proved, well, interestin over the years. Rather than jawin the rest of the day, hadn't we better see to fixin what my wife to be and was Sarah broke? Look at all this poor people!" said Grandpa
