The townsfolk didn’t like us at first, so Grandma hung an old wasps’ nest in a tree.
She let it be known that if anyone had a wish, they could write it on a scrap of paper, and post it in the empty nest. Her Wishing Ball, she called it, and soon it was stuffed, and filled with a curious humming noise.
“Yearning,” said Grandma. “A townful of it.”
Halloween, at midnight, everyone gathered to see the wish granted, and by force of will, it was Lucy, the Mayor’s daughter, whose wish prevailed.
…a purple unicorn?
What use is that?
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