"Beautiful," he said, "do you really think it makes sense for us to drive our cars, burning fossil fuels, to drop of glass to be recycled. you know glass is made of sand, right? and gasoline is made from something a little harder to find, isn't it?"

Daffodil just smiled, she knows when she's right and she knows when to avoid getting into a rustle with Sparky on one of his pet peeves.

"Hey," Sam said, "I wonder what would've happened if that had been a bottle with a magic genii in it.. i wonder."

Sparky said, "we'd each get a wish you numbskull... What would you wish for, Sam?"

Sam looked around, then looked at Sparky, a big grin on his face. "I've thought about it a lot, Spark," he said, "I know exactly what I'd wish for: another wish. THAT will set that genii back on his heels."

Sparky shook his head. "You are a boob, Sam" he said, "If you just wish for one wish, you'll be right back where you started. You should wish for a hundred wishes, or a thousand! Dang it." He shook his head again. "I'd wish for a million."

There was a little voice behind us, it was Daffodil. She said, "Do you want to know what i would wish for?"

"Absolutely," Sparky said, looking at her chest, "tell us."

"I would wish that i had no more wishes."