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

Unbortunaddly bor our ree zittle bish, vee badd a cwode mand vadda zo vis vishy nose. Vuckily, a werry natty dressed ozzer viddle vish frowed vim vere da vowder voom vas.

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"Ahh, that's better," said the little wish. "It feels as if I've been stuffed up for ages. Now, it's time to have some fun."

So the little wish, as was his wont, flitted throughout the grisly underwater scene, swinging with other little wishes to the psychic echoes of the tunes of the long-dead human band. They danced through the night (as near as any little wish in a submerged boat can tell night, anyway), and talked until dawn (see above).

 The next thing the little wish knew, he woke up inside the dripping pocket watch of one of the underwater corpses, on the dresser of a young girl named Helfa Loogensfetter of Tulsa, OK.

"Well, that's new," thought the little wish to himself.