The Wisher Man and Me

The lovely Wisher Man and I found each other by the oak tree. I thought he was a brownie or petite elf, not there for me. You get three wishes, he said, for being nice today. I laughed at him, but then I looked again. He had not flown away. He had been flitting in and out of a knothole for an hour, of course. I had acted like I did not notice, but now here he was full force. I thought he was a regular faerie, but now I saw his truth and hey, He was a genie. I had never met one before today! Three wishes, I said, that is not easy. Can you pay off my house? Is that your wish? He asked, flicking his ride, a gray mouse. Yes, I said. That is wish number one. And I want to be in a show. Dressed like a drag queen, in glitzy dress, and long, thick eyelashes, you know. Wish number three? He asked with a smile. "A fire engine please." I have always wanted my own, if this is not merely a tease. Within the hour, my mortgage was paid off. I was driving to town Dressed as a drag queen, ready to usurp any poser or clown. It was the best day I have had in my entire sixty years! And I have a fire truck siren that brings my neighbors to tears!