A story about... A Wish c. 1999/2000 Mark Frey, Tymme Laun, Christine Schwab, and Sally Treanor	SALLY	MARK
				CHRISTINE
			TYMME	MARK & CHRISTINE
				CHRISTINE & MARK
			CHRISTINE

"Because," said a voice, "you still don't get the point."

"HUH?!?" thought the person . . . "I'm hearing things now-that's just great." Out loud he said "Who's there? What do you want?"

"I want you to quit moping and get on with your life! As for who I am, you'll find out when you're ready to know." The man didn't find this helpful at all. "Get on with my life," he muttered, "That's just what I was trying to do. I went ahead and made my stupid wish, and now it's wasted, and I can't get it back, and all I got out of it was a stupid platitude that's no better than the ones I was deluding myself with before."

The Voice, seeing that it hadn't got its message across, spoke up again. "Look, if it's the truth you're seeking, why don't you go out and look for it? Don't just sit around moping about your lost wish. Talk to people. Read stuff. Think about it. Then come back and see what you've got."

The man figured he didn't have anything to lose. He traveled the world, talking to and living with people, reading what many peoples had to say on the subject of wishes, and in general having a wonderful time. Occasionally, the Voice came back to goad him on, but as the man became more confident and enjoyed his life of search more, it often seemed that he was the happier of the two. Occasionally, he even felt the Voice came to him for help as much as he went to it.

On the man's last day of his life, as he lay surrounded by the many people he had met, traveled with, or loved over the years, the Voice returned to him.

"Well?"

"Ok, you were right. Looking was the best thing to do. I still don't know if I really found any answers, but it doesn't seem to bother me anymore. In fact, I think I like it this way."

The Voice sounded as cheerful at that moment as it ever had. "You're ready to know who I am now, you know. Ready?"

"Thanks, but actually . . . I kind of like things the way they are."

"Exactly."