As Nate walked to the backyard door he was so entranced by what he just witnessed and the possibilities that the magic sweets held, that he almost bumped into the family fish tank.
His mother, Lynda, was facinated by goldfish, and kept a large aquatic zoo of the critters within a fish tank in the hallway.
Nate eyed the goldfish as they swan idly and serenely in circles, oblivious to Nate, who was staring at them intently as well as the smile that started to creep accross his face.
Nate wasn't a jock, and in fact was fairly skinny, but he was a swimming fanatic. His friends and family often joked that he was born underwater. Even his oriantation nickname was Tadpole. He represented both the school diving and swimming club, and his favorite passtimes included his continual daring attempts at breaking international records such as holding ones breath underwater the longest and diving the most laps without resurfacing for air.
Nate was still giddy with the prospect of being able to make wishes at will, but was still suspicious and reluctant to get his hopes up high. If life had taught him anything, it was if something was too good to be true, then it probably wasn't.
However, he did feel a peculiar excitement at the thought of at least testing whether the candies he held were real or not. He had nothing to lose, right?
He ran outside with his treasure to the backyard swimming pool, a magnificently large body of water; it covered a 3rd of the entire backyard. The first things he would wish for was an improved breath, with that he would break any and all international records involving diving.
But before he went any further he had a long look at the candy container. It was a simple tin cylinder, with no markings or paper or any inscriptions, or what Nate looked for: instructions.
Nate was a bit puzzled as how the candies worked. Did he merely have to eat them and make his wish? Or what? Opening the lid he counted the sweets; there appeared to be roughly a hundred.
With excitement overruling caution, Nate took one sweet and sucked it.
Finally being at the wishing stage, Nate didn't know precisely what to say or how to word his wish, and nervously he simply said:
"I wish I could breath underwater."
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