The Wish

“You can have any wish,” the genie said. “Any ONE wish?” the girl asked, a little disappointedly. “One wish,” the genie answered, shrugging. “Oh.. then” she said, thinking it over. “I wish for.. a banana,” she said whimsically. “A banana?” The genie asked, hesitantly. “Yes, the girl said, nodding her head. A banana appeared on the table. “As a banana pudding, please - in a bowl,” she amended. The genie nodded, and a large bowl of delicious looking pudding took the place of the banana. “With a spoon?” she asked sweetly, and a spoon appeared by the bowl. She tasted the pudding and it was, indeed, magically delicious. “A jewel encrusted spoon.” she corrected, and again it was so. Then she blurted, all at once: “The Spoon is In the hand of a handsome prince, who’s genetically identical to Timothée Chalamet and is so in love with me that he proposed a moment ago - to the delight of his father, the king, who knows we will both live long and happy lives, having several delightful children - that will rule long after us - but who, unbeknownst to anyone, has an immensely serious heart condition that, sadly, will claim him roughly fifteen minutes after he pronounces the prince and I husband and princess!” The prince appeared, and the happy king.. It all happened. As the ensuing dramas unfolded, the genie took his leave. “It’s *never* just a banana,” he said to no one, snapping his finger and vanishing in a puff of wispy white smoke.