"Jowee stop! Dad said we can't throw coins into the wishing well, or we'll be in trouble!" Mari shouted to her friend. Jowee was several paces away from her, and kept course for the town's wishing well. He was carrying a small bag that held the jingling Rapo-coins.
"It's simple Mari," he said, stopping at the well. "We'll just toss in some of my allowance, and your dad will never know."
Mari looked uncertain. Jowee rolled his eyes.
"Here, look." he said, opening the bag and held it in Mari's eye range. Only one Rapo-coin was in the bag, the rest was metal junk.
"Some?" Mari asked him, giving him a glare. Jowee shrugged.
"Isaac has good candy in his shop, why should I be the one that lets it all go to waste?"
Mari sighed heavily.
"Please tell me you'll be more responsible when you're older..." she said.
"Please tell me you'll be less of a stick in the mud when you're older." Jowee shot back, trying to mimic Mari's voice. All he came off as was whiny.
Mari responded with a huff.
Jowee reeled his arm back to throw the Rapo-coin into the well, but Mari stopped him.
"You have to make a wish first!" she reminded him. Jowee brought his arm back to his side, and looked at the Rapo-coin.
"What should I wish for?" he asked. The two thought about it.
"Maybe salt water taffy from an island with beautiful canals, and exotic beaches." Mari suggested.
"Or red hots from a place with lava streams." Jowee imputed, licking his lips.
"Or a special kind of candy that was genetically engineered to be extra sweet." Mari said, carefully trying to pronounce words she normally wouldn't be able to say.
"I know!" Jowee declared. "I wish we are the bestest of the bestest of the bestest of friends for as long as we are alive."
Mari clapped her hands together.
"Best wish ever!" she proclaimed.
Jowee reeled his arm up, ready to throw, and tossed the coin into the well. Both Rapos looked over the edge of the well.
"What happens now?" Mari asked Jowee quietly. Just as he was about to respond, ten shiny things popped out of the well. The Rapo-coins landed equally on Mari and Jowee's heads.
"Ow!" they both proclaimed.
"It's raining Rapo-coins!" Jowee shouted.
"Daddy help!" Mari called out in fear.
'What are you two doing?" a male's voice said from behind them. It was Mari's dad, and he didn't look too happy. "I told you two to never throw coins into the wishing well, and now see what happened?"
"Sorry sir..." the Rapos apologized.
"Go back up to the house, and I'll discuss your punishment." the Mayor told them. The young Rapos did as they were told.
When they were out of eye range, the Mayor's stern expression became a happy one. He picked up the Rapo-coins, and smiled.
"Those two..." he said to himself, "Always in some sort of trouble... don't know who the blame..."
The Mayor flipped one of the Rapo-coins, and caught it expertly.
"Mari will be an excellent mayor some day. Just as long as she doesn't listen to Jowee to often..."