The Stupidest Wish

After suffering through Middle Earth and Tortall, Katie and Sarah were fed up with making stupid wishes.  But as we all know they are stupid and therefore CONTINUED making stupid wishes.  Of course, none of the small stupid wishes were ever granted.  For example, Sarah's hair never straightened and Katie's butt never flattened.  Alas, that is the general way of their lives.

But this is a story of ultimate suffering.  This story shall sicken the reader, thus, I advise those of you with weak stomachs to stop reading or to pull up a garbage can.  I prefer the second only because the first would result in Katie and Sarah never having their final tale known.  How sad that would be. 

Not too long ago, our tale of woe and wonder begins….     

The two girls sat side by side, stuffing their traps with buttered popcorn and watching Harry Potter.  The one with the insanely curly hair stuck a kernel up her nose and turned to the one with the vast amount of freckles.

"Yay!"  Sarah said.

"Ew."  Katie disagreed.  "No more popcorn for me."  She put her bowl to the floor and the dog bounded over to devour the food.

"Oh Ebony, Ebony."  Sarah shook her head.  "You fatty."  Ebony panted happily then continued to chow down.  Sarah toed the black dog in the side but received no response.  "Stupid Ebony." 

"Give the dog a break, she lives with you."  Katie teased.

"And since when does that merit break-giving?"

"Good point."

"Mine always are."

"The movie isn't as good as the book."  Katie complained.

"Of course not.  Did you honestly think that was possible?"  Sarah asked incredulously.

"No, but the movie downright sucks."

"Liar."

"I'm allowed to exaggerate."  Katie huffed.

"No, you're not.  Your butt alone does that."

"Indeed."  But they both stopped in mid-squabble to gawk happily. 

"Fred."  Moaned Sarah.

"George."  Katie cried in a sort of sex-tasy.

"Do you know what I'm thinking?"

"George."

"No.  I'm thinking Fred."

"You take him; I've got my eye on that beast."

Ebony grinned.  Spookily. 

"Are you sure you know what you want?"  Ebony whispered.

"Yeah!  LOTS AND LOTS OF GEORGE/FRED!"  Both girls cried at once. 

"Um, weren't you the one that whispered?"  Katie asked.

"Hell no, I thought it was you."

"Shit."  They swore in unison.

And thus begins the tale of horror.