“I don’t want to go to Pluto,” whined Belinda. “I want to go to a real planet.”
“Now dear, I explained,” her mother said. “Daddy’s business was down and we couldn’t afford a real planet.”
“Why couldn’t we just go to the moon?”
“Why indeed?” her father muttered.
“There’s nothing to do Pluto,” wailed Belinda. “All my friends are going to the moon.”
“If all your friends went to the garbage dump, would you want to go there?” asked her mother.
“Yes,” shouted the child, kicking the seat ahead.
Its passenger, a genie, turned. “And so you shall,” he said.
“Now dear, I explained,” her mother said. “Daddy’s business was down and we couldn’t afford a real planet.”
“Why couldn’t we just go to the moon?”
“Why indeed?” her father muttered.
“There’s nothing to do Pluto,” wailed Belinda. “All my friends are going to the moon.”
“If all your friends went to the garbage dump, would you want to go there?” asked her mother.
“Yes,” shouted the child, kicking the seat ahead.
Its passenger, a genie, turned. “And so you shall,” he said.
