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

Fee greeted the fhale, foo wefonded viv a phafe. Fraahn droosf effen roohln iffergid.

Ifentually the fee wish crew tired off the fray. He chwam oph into the brue fee, wondering iph he mite effer fee the like of thif efening again. He would no doubt kelp hif grandwishes about it many a vime.

One fing would alfays wother him, wo: whaf were those bones on the weople's wotting tabledf?

Fow some weason zey wooked famiwiaw, but he couwdn't qwite put his fin on it. A vhile latah, svimming along, it zuddenly came to heem: those bones had been fish bones! The skewetons of hees wery own kind! He shuddered in horror-he had unwittingly been a second-generation cannibal. How could he face his family, his friends? He went to a dark place he knew of to hide his shame.

To his suwpwise, he met several of the other wishes from the sheep in the dawk pwace. But eet was not az dawk as it had been in the past. The other weeshes, clearly feeling as badly as he, had latched onto a giant Angel fish who was moonlighting as a revival preacher. All the fee wishes got forgiven and saved and lived happily ever after.