The Wish

The Wish

"You have to make a wish before you blow."  Buttercup bent down to pick another dandelion, being careful not to disturb the ball of fluff. She handed it to Ponder who brought it close to his face. 

"Wow. This is a big one. Are you sure it is only good for one wish?"  he stared at the many tiny stars of fluff.

"Oh yes. Only one. You must think carefully and you can only think the wish and not say it out loud or it will not come true!"  Buttercup brought her own dandelion to her face. "Let's think and then wish at the same time."

Ponder began to think. What were his wishes?  He really wanted to shoot his arrow better. And be able to hold his breath underwater longer. And he wanted to run faster. Oh, so many wishes and he could only choose one! What would be the best wish?  "What will you wish for?" He looked intently at Buttercup.

"I can’t say or it won’t come true!"  Buttercup lifted a hand to shield her dandelion from any breeze.

"Oh. I guess that is true."  Ponder frowned and looked down at his feet. 

Silence followed.

"I am having a hard time choosing."  Ponder admitted finally.

"Oh, that’s the good thing. You don't really have to choose. Just pick one and then we will find some more dandelions and make more wishes!"  Buttercup smiled and giggled.

And then Ponder smiled too. He was thankful to have such a clever friend. "Okay then. I'm ready."

Together they counted, "One, two, three," and then they blew.