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October 10, 2008

The Little Wish

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the little wish

Once upon a time, a tiny, little girl floated out into the moonlit sea in a sneaker. She bobbed up and down on the dark, velvet waves, the stars reflecting all around her, until she found herself no longer rocking on the ocean, but floating up and away into the twinkling night sky.

As she wandered past the stars, looking down onto the lapping water, a seagull passed her.

“Haw haw,” said the seagull. “What have we here? It looks like a little girl.” The bird peered at her closely. “But no, you are no girl. Haw! Haw! I see! You are a wish! Well Little Wish, where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m looking for someone to present myself to,” the Little Wish answered.

“Any someone in particular, or will any anyone do?”

“I’m supposed to find my way to Tiger Jesus.”

“Haw! Haw! Now that’s a new one! Who may I ask is Tiger Jesus?”

The little wish looked nervous and unsure of herself. Yet her instructions had been clear. “Jesus The Saber is what he’s always called.”

“Saber? Like Saber Toothed Tiger?”

The little wish nodded. That was how the little girl who had sent her had understood it. “And he always hears your wishes,” she added.

“Haw! Haw! Well now I’ve heard everything! Oh, that’s a classic, that is. Haw! Tell you what, why don’t you try the second star on the right and straight on ‘til morning? Haw! Give it a whirl and see what it does for you!” the seagull said snidely, and flew off to tell someone what idiots were floating around the sky these days.

The little wish had no better advice to go on, so she turned the shoe until it pointing at the second star on her right, and sailed off towards it.


As she floated up and up towards the stars, she heard low voices goomping and gulumping, and saw before her a large building that looked like a giant glowing factory, with a big garage door entrance, a smokestack, and lots of little windows. Bunches of balls with faces bounced about their business singing a deep, rollicking melody.

As she floated to the front of the factory, they stopped to peer at her.

“Well what’s this?” they asked.

“What have we here?”

“Send her to the foreman. He’ll put her to work. Can’t have any loungers scroungin’ abouts.”

The little wish drifted into the steamy factory. Inside, it was filled with all manners of machines that had wheels and pumps and valves, which were hissing and clunking and scraping. Atop a big funnel were several Faceballs, shoveling stardust into the machine. “Stardust in, Nocturnal Melancholy out!” one was yelling as he gripped the shovel with two little hands and fed the heaps of sparkling sand into the Dustcombobulator.

Into the funnel went the sand, and then through tubes and accordions, wheels and conveyors, it was pushed, pressed, primed, and finally poured out as an invisible gas into little glass stars. The Melancholy was put into a pile near a big garage door, and a never ending line of moon-beetles flew in, picked one at a time up, and flew out to drop them somewhere far below.

Above the factory floor was a windowed office, and inside was a table where the foreman sat with his Board of Objectors.

“I object!”

“Look Palaski,” snarled the foreman at one of them, “I’m tellin’ ya for the last bloody time…”

In drifted the little wish.

“Well what in Sam Hill have we got here?” the foreman asked his board.

“A company spy!” exclaimed one of the Objectors. “I bet those rats over at Nocturnal Emissions sent her to find out our tricks and techniques!”

“Some little tart looking for some action…” grinned another.

One of the Objectors grabbed the little wish and they passed her around the table examining her. It was very uncomfortable.

“Give ‘er here,” growled the foreman. “Well looky here, it’s a little wish is all.”

The little wish looked up at the giant foreman and tried to speak, but she was too scared.

“Hey we could use a wish of our own,” said an Objector.

“Yeah, we’ll take her apart and put her back together with our own business plan,” said another.

“Alright, alright,” said the foreman. “Let me just find out what wish she’s got now.” The foreman looked into the little wish’s eyes. “Cat got your tongue, eh?”

He reached a big, greasy finger into her throat and wiggled it. She vomited all over the table.

“There we go,” said the foreman, and rooted through the vomit with his hands. “Let’s see, says here…”

As he read, an unreadable expression came over his face. He looked up solemnly.

The Board clambered. “Well, let’s have a go!”

“Hand the twink over and let’s get on with it!”

“What shall we program her with?”

The foreman’s face turned red and his size grew. “SHUT UP, ALL A’YA!” he thundered. The Board cowered. The foreman spoke again very softly. “Any one of you lays a finger on this here little wish, and I’ll teach you the meaning of fear and regret.”

He looked at the little wish. “I know this wish. I had the same wish myself when I was no more’n her wisher’s age.” He looked dolefully into space for several seconds, and it almost, just almost, looked like tears formed in his burly eyes.

“Little wish, you’re free to go and I hope you have a lotta luck on your side. Here, take this to help you on your way.”

The foreman pulled out a little propeller and attached it to the little wish’s shoe. He gave her a scoot, and she flew out of the office and across the factory floor, moving very, very fast now, and out into the night sky and on upwards towards the heavens.


Sputtering quickly through the stars, she started to notice big, green lines across the night sky. Lines that went from one end to another, crisscrossing, and some that connected the stars together into pictures of bulls and hunters and other strange drawings. Here and there were numbers sketched in the same fluorescent green, and as she motored on, she heard a humming.

“Hmm, hm, hmmmmm, glaven voiiiiiii…”

The little wish came across a thin spectacled man in a white lab coat, scratching and scribbling all manner of lines, shapes, and numbers into the starry sky. She scootered up to him to get a closer look.

“Well hold it now… conscriptulations, what have we here?” The Sky Nerd peered at her. “Oh me oh my! It’s a little wish. Well, how do you, er, uh, well how do you do?”

“Very fine, sir,” said the little wish.

“Excellent! Yes… Well… I, uh, well I can’t say I get too many visitors here. Uhm, not really sure if I should offer tea or what. Oh scrapniscious! Let’s take a walk on the wild side. Say, would, uh, maybe perhaps you’d like some tea?”

“That would be lovely, sir. thank you,” said the wish happily.

The Sky nerd looked pleased and immediately drew a table, two chairs, teacups and a teapot. They sat and sipped their cups.

“Well now, uhm, I, uh, I must say, I don’t see many of you around. Actually, I, uh, well I can’t say I see ANY of you around. Not much call for your kind here in my neck of the, uh, well the proverbial, shall we say, woods.”

The little wish nodded politely.

“Uh, you uh, you ARE a wish aren’t you?”

She nodded.

“Ah, well then! You must have taken, uhm, well, a wrong turn. Oh maybe not wrong in the empirical sense, certainly not in any, uhm, absolute sense… just perhaps in the, well, figurative sense, of being not as close to where you COULD be going as it would be, uhm, well, possible, or even, uh, let’s say advisable!”

She looked at him cluelessly.

“Ah, yes, I see. Well, perhaps I’m not being very clear. Like I said I’m not, uh, not really over used to company.”

He cleared his throat.

“You are looking for, perhaps…?”

“Tiger Jesus,” said the little wish.

“Ah! Yes! Exactly! Just as I thought! There you go. You see, what you have done is wind up in the realm of the, uhm, well, the practical! Here I chart paths and confirm maths. Trajectories and trigonometries and the like. You, uh, you aren’t familiar with the, uh, the clockwork universe are you?”

She shook her head.

“Yes, well, I, uh, I thought so. No, here in the clockwork universe, we’ve no room for floating, flying wishes. Here I attend to the, uhm, well, the practical as I, uh, as I was saying before. What you want, my little data-blip, is, uh, the possible! Yes, the old possible. You know, as they say, well they, not me, really. Well, sometimes, okay, I do say it on occasion, that is, uh… all things are possible! Just, uh, just not here.”

She just continued staring blankly.

“Right, then. What it would seem that, uh, well, that you would need to be doing is, uh, well, that is if I were you, I’d go, that is to say you should go to the, uh, the Lords of the Backstage!”

She had, in boredom, drifted her attention to the stars behind him, and was looking at the nice fishies.

“Here. Take this Rambunctucator. It should, uh, well, should help you right along, there.” He put a small object about her size into her shoe with her. It hummed and purred like a kitten, and in fact, was a kitten, who could ride along with her, protecting her with it’s claws. They drifted away, and in the background the little wish could hear the Sky Nerd say “And uh, feel free to, uh, well you know, uh, come back and babble again some, some time.”


They flew across the starry night, the little wish and the kitten in the shoe. Through colored galaxies and spiraling clusters of starlight, until they came to a large watchtower, standing alone in space. At the front door was a big, fat bouncer, and they sputtered up to him.

“Yeah, wadda youse want?” He looked closely at the two companions. “Youse don’t look twenty-one, dat’s fuh shure.”

“meow,” said the kitten.

“Tiger Jesus?” said the little wish.

“Whaddayas tahkin’ about? Youse here for da show or wha? Look, I only lets the best and the hippest in, youse gots dat?”

“meow” said the kitten.

“Oh, a hepcat, eh? Youse tinks youse the cat’s meow?”

“meow,” repeated the kitten, not knowing any other words, and willing to milk it until it fell apart.

“Well, I gotta say, it sounds like the cat’s meow. Ahright, you an’ da dumplin’ here can go in. But wahch it, eh?”


In through the front door they flew, to the cabaret inside. From all over, grape apes, pink elephants, dodos, snossleberries, and all other sorts of creatures had come to see the lounge acts, drink java juice, and mingle. On the stage was Henrietta Hippo, singing a lusty rendition of “Curry With a Tinge of Glop”.

They skidded by the bar where the bartender told them “Sorry kids, a pussy and a wish ain’t enough for no drink!” and onto the stage where the Hippo, basking in applause, just whispered harshly “Shoe!”.

Once backstage, past the stage manager, and the dummy and his wooden ventriloquist who were getting ready for the next act, they floated down a staircase at the bottom of which they came to an office. A sign on the door said: The Office of the Lords of the Backstage: Bernie Order & Louie Chaos. They knocked 3 times with their shoe, and the door opened.

The two brothers were sitting on opposite sides of a big oak desk. One was carefully filling out paperwork and schedules, and the other was waving his arms excitedly in the air.

“And then fireworks, Bernie! Bam! Boom! It’ll be a smash! It’ll knock ‘em dead! Dead I tell ya!”

“Louie, Louie, we got a budget for this? What, supplies grow on trees? Where we gonna put the penguins? Where we gonna get the penguins? Be practical, Louie, I tell ya. We just go with a reliable chorus routine, no rehearsal time, cheap motel rooms, it’ll be fine.”

“Bernie, where’s your vision? Where’s your chutzpah?”

“Louie, my chutzpah got eaten by the Soggoth you brought into this universe for the disco number. Remember? ‘Oh Bernie,’ you said, ‘think of it, a disco Soggoth’. Well, the guy was an idiot, Louie, an idiot! Ate half the crowd. Felt the other half up with those tentacles. Oy, those tentacles, grope, grope, grope. Grope and eat the patrons to disco music, that’s all he did. What, you know what the publicity damage is on a thing like that? Any idea? Months, Louie, months it took to quiet that hubbub. How many more ladies nights in a row can we afford?”

“Ah! Bernie! You’re killin’ me, here Bernie. We gotta be cuttin’ edge, kid! You want eaten alive? We don’t come up with a new act, you’ll see the audience eat us alive. We gotta think new, Bernie. New! Something no one’s ever seen before. Hey, wait a minute. What’s this?”

They turned and looked at the two companions.

“A kid and a kitten. It’s a kid and a kitten,” said Bernie. “What, who let them in here?”

“Hey, they got charisma,” said Louie Chaos. “Slap some makeup on them… a duet… ‘My Heart Belongs To Daddy’… not a dry eye in the house.”

“Tell me you’re not serious, Louis. It’s a gin joint here. They shouldn’t even be in here. What, kid, what are you doing here? Someone sent you? What do you want? What?”

“uhm…” began the little wish shyly.

“Come on, Bernie, tell me she’s not the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. Just picture it is all…”

“Louis, you want to maybe think about shutting up? So shut up already! Go ahead honey, don’t mind Colonel Tom Parker, here.”

“Please sirs. I’m a little wish, and I’m looking for Tiger Jesus.”

“Tiger whosus? Did you say Tiger Jesus?” Bernie Order asked puzzled.

“Jesus the Saber?” asked the little wish.

“Kid, look, I hate to tell you….”

“Bernie… Bernie… stop Bernie. Kid… Jesus the saber toothed tiger… my god, Bernie… kid, you’re a genius. A genius! Oy, if I had ten of you around… Bernie, it’s great! It’s greater than great! It’s a bloody revelation! We’ll WOW ‘em! Knock ‘em dead in the aisles!”

“Louie, where we gonna get a saber tooth tiger Jesus?”

“We’ll make him, Bernie, we’ll make him! That’s what we do, we take nothing and make them into stars! Kid, you’re brilliant. You deserve a cut. Whatever you want. Name your price. Name it!”

“uhm… I need to ask him something.”

Bernie shrugged. “Kid, we aint’ even got him, yet. It’s not practical, and it’s not possible. How do you suggest this happens?”

Louie put his hand on his partner’s shoulder. “Now hold your horses there, Bernie. Sure it’s not practical, OR possible. But in the realm of potential… and Bernie, she’s got potential, in the realm of potential, why, anything’s possible. How can it not be possible? It hasn’t happened or not happened. Hell, every idea’s got potential, even if it’s slim. You never know until you try. Then it all falls apart… but I see what you’re sayin’, kid. Alright. Have a go at it. We’ll send you into the realm of potential.”

“Alright Louie, whatever you say.” And with that, Bernie Order began scribbling out a series of equations, and Louie Chaos poked his hand into the space between the numbers.

“Here ya go, kid. Right here,” said Louie, and he picked up the shoe and put it in between the lines. “Fuzzy logic, kid. Works like a charm.” And away and away the little wish and the little kitten sailed, into the realm of potential.


There was everything and nothing, and it had a face, and the face said:

“Welcome little wish and kitten. You have both come very, very far. What do you seek here?”

“meow,” said the kitten.

“In answer to that question, I am all the dreams not yet dreamed. If it is no where else, it is here. This is the last stop on the line. Now, how can I help you?”

“Please, sir, I was sent to tell myself to Tiger Jesus the Saber, on behalf of Abigail Dawson, age 5.”

“Tiger Jesus, you say. Well, let me root around here. Has there ever been a Tiger Jesus? Hmm, hmm…” the face of everything and nothing paused in concentration, as if somewhere else it was looking through a toy box.

“No… No! There has never been a Tiger Jesus. Very good. Right this way then. Next stop, Tiger Jesus the Saber.”



It was a land of clouds, like a child’s daydream of heaven, with angels made out of cotton candy who looked like cats and lions, flying around with harpsichords on their whiskers, which played beautiful melodies.

On a throne of clouds, sat a giant saber toothed tiger, with a long beard, and a beautiful, sad and peaceful expression on his face. The little wish knew that he was truly the kindest of all things in the great, wide world. They flew up to him and he beckoned them onto his knee. Upon landing, they got out of the shoe, and each sat on one of Tiger Jesus’ knees.

“My child,” said Tiger Jesus. “You have come a long and impossible way just to see me. How can I help you, little wish?”

The little wish began to cry.

“There, there,” said Tiger Jesus.

“I… I was sent as a wish from Abigail Dawson, age 5. She is so sad, Tiger Jesus. She cries often at night.”

Tiger Jesus looked sad upon hearing this. “Why is she so unhappy?”

“Well, it’s her mommy and daddy.”

“What’s the matter with them?”

“They fight all the time. Her mommy screams and screams at her daddy, and then her daddy hits mommy, and then mommy cries, and then they don’t talk for days, and then they start talking again, and then mommy screams at daddy and it never ever ends ever.”

Tiger Jesus patted the little wish gently.

“And sometimes her mommy says she hates her daddy for knocking her up and making her butt fat forever and sticking her with such a bastard and a loser. And then sometimes daddy says he hates mommy because now he’s stuck with bullshit and he could’ve gone places but now he’s screwed.”

Tiger Jesus nodded. “What’s the wish?” he asked.

The little wish cleared her throat.



“From Abigail Dawson, age 5:

I wish that I had never been born, so that mommy and daddy wouldn’t hate each other and wouldn’t fight ever more.”




Nobody said anything for a little bit.

“Please Tiger Jesus, can you make her wish come true? Abigail believes in you. She says you can answer any wish”

Tiger Jesus opened his mouth, but couldn’t think of what to say. Finally he spoke slowly and gently.

“Little wish, in the time it’s taken you to get here, Abigail Dawson has grown up. She’s gotten married, had kids of her own, and those kids have had kids. She’s 63 years old now. Her parents continued to fight for years and years, until one day her daddy left, and died a few years later of heart disease. Her mother drank herself to death and that was that. Abigail’s life had happy parts, too, and it would be unfair to take her life away now, especially since it wouldn’t make her parents stop fighting. They stopped years ago.”

The little wish looked sad. She had come so far to complete her only mission.

“I’ll tell you what I think I can do. Since you traveled so far, it would be a shame to waste such a sad and lonely wish. Perhaps I’ll answer your wish for some other girl in the same position, so that her wish won’t have to make such a long journey.”

“Thank you Tiger Jesus,” said the little wish.

The great tiger patted her once more, and then stood, lifting her and the kitten up, and placing them on the ground.

“Cover your ears,” he said. And with that he let out a mighty roar that thundered across the heavens, across the realms of potential, and through the possible, echoing faintly down into the probable and the practical, until, as a tiny little seconds’ quiver, it reached the earth. It changed one second in a couple’s life just a little tiny bit. But as we know, that one second changes the next second, and everything after is altered, and one second is in fact, mightier beyond human understanding.


And so it came to be, that once upon a time, in a place perhaps near to you, or perhaps far away, a little girl had her wish come true before she even wished it.


1 Comment »

  1. (((hearts Tiger Jesus))) Sniff.

    Comment by emjaybee — October 10, 2008 @ 11:13 pm | Reply

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