I scruffled the fur on her head and cuddled her, kissing her all over. How she laughed.
Later, I checked the whole house to see what the wish had refurbished: the spare bedroom was covered in yellow wallpaper and the bed was neatly covered. It had a soft vanilla smell and flowers decorated the room. The bathroom’s walls were coloured pink, and the bath, sink and even toilet were even clean and pristine, smelling as fresh as a thousand daisies. The kitchen was free of mess as well, and all the food that had gone off were gone too. The fridge was filled with bountifuls of food.
But what struck my eye was the living room: it was lined with bright yellow wallpaper, clean furniture and not a single box or mess in sight. The whitewash pot, brush, broken mug and tea stains were gone too. Everything was so bright and clean. “Hooray, Furaha!” I shouted, “You really are a special little cub. But…I think we still have to find you some toys for you to play with. There’s plenty of space in the living room for you to play. I mustn’t abuse your power, as it’s really precious to me. I think we’ll go to the library and get a book on wishes. That’ll lift my spirits.
The Library
When I went to the normal town library, I searched high and low for a book about wishes, but sadly, there were none to be found. Luckily, I found a children’s book about a lonely nighttime star and borrowed it from the library for Furaha to read. We had a great time reading the book together, but inside me, a sense of depression filled my heart. I hadn’t found a single wish list book ever, and it felt like my mission wasn’t accomplished. I had failed.
Suddenly, I heard a magical noise, and left Furaha to read whilst I went up to my bedroom to investigate. When I looked on the bookshelf, I saw a red book surrounded by gold sparkles. Pulling it gently from the shelf so the books won’t all fall out, I saw the title read:
“Orko’s Wish List, by Orko.”
My goodness! My name. Mentioned in a book! Why, I must feel popular. I imagined all the things I could do with such a book.
I could put it up on sale and sell it for a thousand pounds.
I could put it on eBay and convince people who see it that this is a magical book.
I could promote it on TV talk shows.
But then, I found out that reading a book with your name in it doesn’t mean fame, it means sharing. When I opened the book and looked inside, I saw what I couldn’t believe. It was a list of all my deepest wishes, written without a pen with neat black ink. Ooooooooh, wow! All my wishes. And inside it was a note:
“Dear Orko,
This is your book. You can use it to wish on Furaha each night, and your deepest wishes would come true. Good luck and have fun.
Love,
The kindly shopkeeper.”
And at the bottom of the letter were stickers of smiley faces which sparkled in purple light. “Wow,” I gasped, and put the book back on the shelf. And just in time too, as I heard Furaha squeal from downstairs. I floated downstairs to see Furaha holding her tummy. “What’s the matter?” Furaha pointed to her tummy. She was hungry. “Oh you’re hungry, eh?” I said kindly, “Well, I’ve got a good idea. Why don’t we go out for fish and chips?” “YAY!” cheered Furaha.
Fish & Chips
So that’s exactly what we did. We went to the fish and chip takeaway shop and brought a packet of tasty fish and chips with lashings of bright red tomato ketchup, as gloopy and as gooey as a packet of green slime delivered to the door. We sat on a bench near the seaside and enjoyed our food. We amused ourselves by pretending to be walruses, using our chips as tusks. Furaha could do a really good walrus impersonation, which made me laugh.
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