The Magical Dobie Pad

 

A dream:

I handled the dirty dobie pad rotating it gingerly in my hand.  Someone had thrown it out, ignorant of its import.  What I had found was a mundane household object on the ground that inexplicably contained the power to grant one wish.

I suddenly had a very profound decision to make but would I make the right one?  Was I mature enough, smart enough, WISE enough to handle this magnitude of responsibility?  I seriously doubted it but then an idea came to me.

I would destroy this prickly sponge in a fire so that it would not fall into the wrong hands.  It was too much for me to think through how to utilize it.  I was somewhere in the country near a barn and a scrap pile where a trash fire was burning.

As I walked towards that fire I made a last-ditch effort to find some noble use for the one wish by wracking my brain but without success.  It made me mad, actually, and as I went to drop the sponge in the fire I blurted out, “I want to fly”!

So selfish, but too late to change it now.  I tested it out by floating straight up in the air about ten feet and then around the corner of the barn to where I found a country road.  I leaned forward to a horizontal position and rocketed off.

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