You Don 't Get It !

She realizes that they still have 2 wishes left so she says “The other two wishes.”(pg.40) The old man does not want to do it when he is told so he replies “you are mad.” (Pg,40) He knows that his son isn’t going to come back the same way he left, but he wishes for his son back to life and awhile later someone shows up to the door and knocks. The old man knows that it is his son and so does the wife. As the knocking continues the father says “don’t let it in” (pg.41). The wife does not know why he does not want to let their own son back into the house. W.W Jacobs ends the story with a surprise when the old man uses his last wish to send his son back to the

As they approach the entrance, he looks at her intently and says, “I will go alone and introduce myself. I am sorry, my mate, but you are more hideous than I. Once they become accustomed to me, I will fetch you.”

"Every day you have an excuse for either showing up late or not showing up at all. Well, I'm done with the excuses. You're

Dread and sorrow wash throughout me. We spent so long in this cursed building to prevent us from ending up like we did. I furrow my brows. The foul smell of rotting old wood came upon my senses. Now, I could only taste dryness in my throat. This attic has still not changed one bit.

“I'm going to the diner I work a 8 - 9:30 shift today and I already called in on tuesday so I really need this money.” said

I took a deep breath as I walked through the doorway. The door was stuck open, hanging on just one of its hinges. It was clear that no one had been near this place in a long time. As I entered, a stench hit me. It smelt sickly sweet, almost like rotten fairy floss. I looked around the room at the faded and ripped wallpaper, and the broken furniture. The air was so thick with dust it was almost impossible to breathe, and everything was thickly covered with dust. The little light there was came from the cracks in the yellowed blinds.

“Oh I have to tell you something. Mommy doesn’t have a job anymore. But over the weekend, I am going to find a job, a better job.”

A dwarf shouted back, “Donkey shit! The Goddess and the Witch will kill us all if you don't let us leave! They're coming tomorrow at dusk!”

The mouldy, rotting, brown house stood in front of Emily, only fear keeping her feet planted to the ground. Moaning and creaking noises being projected from the house. The grass was damp from the evening fog and every time she took a step the mud squelched. The bottom step squeaked as she applied pressure with her foot, she let out a sigh of relief as the old structure hadn’t swallowed her up. The door, slightly off colour from the rest of the house, loomed over her like a giant as he reached for the brass door handle. A shiver ran through her body like an electric current, the musty smell of a house that had been long abandoned filled Emily’s nose. It was dim and uninviting. The furniture dusty and old, looking as if it would crumble to dust if she was to touch it. Mould ate away at

Most people wish for things, like for Christmas, their birthday, or other holidays that people celebrate. In the book Third Wish by Joan Aiken, Mr.Peters wished for a wife and that did not turn out well. This sends a message to the reader that they should be careful for what they wish for.

“Yeah! I’ll give you a rundown on the rules. So you get three wishes, no more, no less. Oh, and don’t try to be slick and wish for more wishes, it ain’t gonna work. And there are some things I can’t let you wish for. I can’t make anyone fall in love, come back from the dead, or die. But yeah. With those things in mind, feel free to wish away.”

“well hello sweetheart, what are you doing here?” she said peering down at me in a nasally voice.

“Baby, I always help you out with the baby, but I have to get up for work in a couple of hours. Look, just go feed the baby. I promise you that starting from tomorrow, I will help out more with the baby, okay?”

“We need to stay here. Boss has our kids and family, if we don't do what he says they get hurt or worse” Chubby exclaimed with his head down. I need to think fast, something to keep me

“I know mom,” I respond, rolling my eyes in spite of myself, “but I really can’t get another tardy.” Just like that I’m running down the street through the early morning