You know, I wasn't always a wishing well. I was built many, many, many years ago to offer water to the old woman who used to live by me. Then those four silly girls came around one day and started dancing around me. At one point they started throwing in little trinkets and making wishes. The problem is when you believe in something hard enough, it can take on a life of it's own. That is how I came into being The Wishing Well.
Yep, there is that guy who likes to hide behind bushes, I think I heard his name once. It was something like "Snoop" or "Scoop". He has been camping here since yesterday and thinks no one is hearing him as he mutters to himself about finding the Scoop of the Century. Little does he know I have been listening to his babbling (another one of those well jokes - come'on and keep up).
Oh yes, I can now feel the gentle breezes that flow (get it?) when the Tree Mothers approach. Dryads have such a soothing healing energy that I do enjoy when they visit, though they don't come as often as they did when I was younger.
Wow! That is a power I have not felt in eons! It seems that the time has come after all. A Wish Dragon has returned. He is what must have started this whole hullabo. His energy is so strong that I barely feel The CAT with him. I wonder if he knows what it really means to be a Spite to a Wish Dragon. If the others thought The CAT was a nuance before, they haven't seen anything yet if my guess is right.
With almost everyone here, its fun to watch the others circling around me. Each looking at the others and wondering what the other wants with the young Dragon.