I had been feeling really bad before bumping into Chris, now I felt even worse. Have you ever got that feeling inside; like you’re going to cry, but you don’t actually cry? And no matter how much you try to cry, it just won’t come? Well, that’s how I felt, as I dragged my feet across the grass and fallen leaves. Not really meaning to, I had made my way to the wishing fountain and sat down on the edge. I looked up into the trees and noticed that once more, I could hear the wind as it caused the autumn leaves to dance.
The wishing fountain is a big round fountain, with only a couple inches of slimy green water from the decaying leaves, which had fallen into it. The pool part of the fountain is made of stones, cemented together and in the middle of the fountain is a statue of a Fawn. A Fawn is a mythical being, which looks to be human from the waist up and has the lower half of a goat, with hoofs and tail. What I found particularly surprising was the fact, that the Fawn is anatomically correct, if you get my drift. Moreover, it is a male Fawn. The male fountain statue I think is made of bronze and is playing a long flute like instrument, which resembled the shape of the letter ‘Y’. However, instead of music coming out of the flute, a few small droplets of water dripped out and fell into the pool below.
I stood back up, dug down into the pocket of my pants and found a quarter. I gave it a squeeze in my fist, then held it up to my mouth and whispered, “I wish we could move back to California.” Then, with the flip of my thumb the coin arced through the air, but didn’t fall into the fountain’s pool. Instead, it sailed up and landed on the fawns left shoulder.
“Ah rats!” I grumbled as I shoved my hands into my jacket pockets and walked away feeling as though I’d been cheated out of my wish.