The Wish Department : A Bigger Wish

Ring of the Slightly Larger Wish

It had been three weeks since Elsie Barlow wished for a strawberry yogurt and accidentally tapped into an ancient magical relic system clearly run by underpaid supernatural interns.

She’d kept digging ever since. Not for treasure exactly—though she’d accept it—but for answers. What kind of magical economy handed out yogurt-level miracles?

Then, one rainy Saturday, while trying to rescue a worm from drowning in a puddle (Elsie was compassionate like that), her boot squelched on something metal. She reached down, wiped away the mud, and held up...

Another ring.

This one was silver, with a tiny blue stone in the centre and the words “Wish Wisely-ish” etched in ancient, suspiciously glittery script.

As soon as it touched her finger, there was a sound like someone clearing their throat through a kazoo, and a small scroll poofed into existence.

It read:

"Congratulations! You’ve discovered the Ring of the Slightly Larger Wish."

Terms & Conditions:

• One (1) wish, medium size.

• No world domination, dragons, or infinite anything.

• Anything edible must fit on a dinner plate.

• Use within 24 hours or it will self-destruct into confetti and mild regret.

Elsie was thrilled. This was an upgrade. Her mind raced.

A new bike? A giant cake? A pass to skip school for a week? World’s biggest glitter pen?

Then she saw it—out the window—her dad standing in the rain, trying to fix the wobbly shed door again, muttering words not approved for nine-year-olds.

That’s when it hit her.

She closed her eyes, held the ring, and said, “I wish for my dad’s shed to be fixed. Like, totally fixed. Better than new. With a lock that works, no spider colonies, and maybe one of those fancy tool pegboards.”

There was a WHOOSH and a sound like a nail gun sneezing.

She ran outside. The shed now stood proud, waterproof, painted navy blue with little golden hinges. A welcome mat read: “Tool Sweet Tool.”

Her dad stared at it, open-mouthed. “...Did I fix it that well?”

Elsie grinned. “Maybe. Or maybe you had a slightly larger stroke of luck.”

That night, under her pillow, she found another scroll.

“You’re proving promising. Keep digging. The next one glows.”

– The Wish Department

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