Horror of Horrors!
You stand up straight and clasp your hands behind your back.
"T-H-E-I-R," you announce. "THEIR. Possessive adjective that means 'belonging to them.'"
"Okay, smarty, that'll do," the genie grumbles. "You don't have to show off. You have one wish. Do you want to try for two?"
You're tempted to say yes, but then the gleam in the genie's eye makes you wonder how hard the next word would be.
"No, thanks," you tell the genie. "I'll take the wish." You smile broadly. "And I wish for...three more wishes!"
The genie gives a loud HONK! like a big tractor-trailer.
"Fat chance, kid!" He snorts again. "That's the oldest trick in the book. We learned about it back in genie nursery school. Now, get serious and make that wish, before you forfeit your prize."
You hesitate.
"Come on, what'll it be?" the genie prods. "Riches? Fame? Your own chocolate factory? A lifetime of baskets from outside the three-point line?"
What do you wish for?
"T-H-E-I-R," you announce. "THEIR. Possessive adjective that means 'belonging to them.'"
"Okay, smarty, that'll do," the genie grumbles. "You don't have to show off. You have one wish. Do you want to try for two?"
You're tempted to say yes, but then the gleam in the genie's eye makes you wonder how hard the next word would be.
"No, thanks," you tell the genie. "I'll take the wish." You smile broadly. "And I wish for...three more wishes!"
The genie gives a loud HONK! like a big tractor-trailer.
"Fat chance, kid!" He snorts again. "That's the oldest trick in the book. We learned about it back in genie nursery school. Now, get serious and make that wish, before you forfeit your prize."
You hesitate.
"Come on, what'll it be?" the genie prods. "Riches? Fame? Your own chocolate factory? A lifetime of baskets from outside the three-point line?"
What do you wish for?