Zeke’s mama always told him not to mumble. She said that some day someone would misinterpret what he said. The monkey hand Djinn was just that “someone.”
Horribly, instead of wish for …
it all to go away, for the horror of it to end and their simple, peasant lives to return to normal, the way things had been back before that damned paw had come into their lives. Zeke’s eyes shone again with that greed that every man has within him, somewhere. Perhaps there was a way to use that wish so that they could all be happy, so they wouldn’t have to waste it? From downstairs the scent of frying bacon rose, the sound of the children awakening from their sleep reached his ears. Zeke had an idea, maybe…
The End.
(Not wanting to be a spoil-sport, but I think it’s appropriate right about now…)
Yer pal,
Satan
Damn you, Satan: Just as I was about to write another chapter…
May you burn in hell!
So start another one, omni!
If you need me, I’ll be over in OpalCat’s site, helping her write a murder mystery.
Uke
I gotta agreew with Satan: I think the story is over.
I want to thank everybody that participated! I’m glad I found a halfway popular topic. I feel so loved! < sniff, sniff >
I’m gonna have to rack my brain and try to think of another cool topic. Thanks again, everybody. 
You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.
What? no sequel? You know- the one where the cow god comes down from his temple and slays all the demon hedgehogs because the forgot to eat raw ham on the 3rd thursday before Bob Barker’s birthday? Well, I guess I won’t get to slay any demon hedgehogs then…
“I’m not dumb. I just have a command of thoroughly useless information.”-- Calvin and Hobbes
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Where can I get me some of them particolored slippers, a patchwork coat, and trousers that were obvioulsy intended for a much larger man?
Try the Salvation Army. It’s their old officer’s uniform.
One complete set of morals for sale to highest bidder, new in box.
You stay away from my hedgehogs,Cow! God or no god I’ll strike you down where you stand!
“Pardon me while I have a strange interlude.”-Marx
wait, i think there should be more…just cause i woke up late, that’s no reason to be excluded…I WANT MORE!!! maybe the monkey wants it’s paw back…maybe estelle getty was the monkey, maybe beulah was estell getty, my mind is racing!!!
Jaytini, perhaps you might need yet more sleep. 
A new story, if anyone’s in the mood:
It kept buzzing. For forty minutes, Mike’s alarm clock had failed to do its assigned task of awakening the slumberer, and it finally relented. In the room next door, Clare began her plotting. “The next time that moron lets his alarm clock ring all morning when I’m trying to sleep, I’m going to…”
I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who endowed us with sense, reason, and intellect intended us to forgo their use. – Galileo
“I’m going to go over there and request that he turn his alarm down, after all, I need all the beauty sleep I can get.” Clare then rolled over and promptly fell back asleep.
Meanwhile, Mike had finally roused himself from his slumber, and stumbled over to the coffe pot.
There wasnt any coffe left, though. "Dammit,"said Mike,“now what?” Then he thought of Clare, and of how she must have coffee, in order to be so perky and hyperactive all the time. So he went over and knocked on the door, and was surprised when…
Suddenly he transported through the gates of Hades to face his most advanced and evil opponent yet…
…and Mike’s breath caught in his throat. It couldn’t be. It just couldn’t.
She was just as he remembered her, the bright blue and white polka dot dress, the oddly styled hair, the glassy eyes. A wicked grin curled her rubbery lips,
“Well, Mike. I wondered when you’d show up.”
“No…not you…Mrs. Beasley? But where’s Buffy? And Jody?”
“How do you think I got here, Mike? Ah, poor Mike. You should learn to use your snooze button…”
Mike realized he was trapped. How do you get out of the deepest pit of hell when confronted by your ex-girlfriend? Suddenly, an idea dawned upon him.
“Why don’t we play at riddles,” asked Mike. “If I win, I can go free.”
“Gollum,” she said, much to Mike’s confusion. However, he continued with the game.
“What is the third word that ends in -gry?” he asked with a wry smile on his face.
Wow. I killed the thread. Sorry.