A bottle full of madness
The wheelbarrow looked lousy. A chassis that had had its best time and ran into rusty handles, a wheel that was barely able to turn and ugly welds in the bucket itself. What possessed me to drag this freak on my escape flight? Or could the contents of what I was holding could make it a shiny new specimen? I opened my hand and looked at it.
It was just a small bottle. Very carefully I turned the cap off and dropped one drop on the surface. Immediately I pinched my eyes closed, supreme concentration combined with madness.
-Happy egg, happy egg and lots of wealth for me-
Whole visions of golden wheelbarrow wheels passed by my eyes. Carefully I peeked through my eyelashes. Had it had any effect yet? Did I think powerful enough or did my thoughts lose strength during my years of incarceration? The gray wheel did not take an oval shape of an egg, what was I supposed to do with it, but also not a golden color that I secretly wished for. I was chuckling. Like that would make me prosperous. Oval gold wheels. Well, if you could achieve that with just one drop, it might be a good thing if you had enough wheelbarrows.
