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

Ow course, waf the fater dragon difn't knof, waf that infide ow him vaf a fole nofer sofiety of wishes, fich he had sfalloved fen he fas hungry. Fo the fee little wish vound he fas not awone, efen in the beggy ow the beeft. Plans fere voon made for fays to make contaft vich the fee little wishes on the oufside ow the Warnere' stomaf. Foon, trade afreementf fere signed and interfishial fofiety began.

The fee little wish became an amfraffador to wishes inside the faomouf fite fale of fee-going fame. SGT The fee little wish wound that he had quite an aptitude wor wormal, wussy, diplomacy. He also wound that it fas great wun to go to wancy shindigs and weed on wountains ow seafeed, laced fith fells ow algae. As a matter ow wact, he had himselw such a great time at such awwairs, that he gradually expanded his girth beyond the conwines ow the belly ow the beast.

This happened quite abruptly one day. He fas just winishing a winal win-licking willet ow wlounder (Sadly, yes. He had sunk to cannibalism.) fhen he welt an internal burble, then a wizz, then a plop, plop. (Oh, sorry. That's another story.) At any rate, that last little lick popped his dorsals, fhereupon his ignorant and unknofing host fas caused to belch, thus ejecting the no longer fee little wish and the rest ow his constructed wishiety back out into the cold, cold deeps.

The moral ow this story being, be carewul fhat you fish wor.