The Wishing Well
Many years ago there was a small boy who lived in a tiny village in the north of England. His father was a very important man who owned most of the surrounding countryside and was always looking for new parts of the country he could buy and build on. The little boy knew what his father did for work and was desperate to please him so he would often ride his horse off into the countryside looking for new and exciting land for his father to buy. One day on one of his trips he stumbled across a small wishing well. It was in the centre of a forest and it looked as though it hadn’t been used in years. The top was sealed up with a plank of wood that had mould growing on the side. Carefully, the little boy removed the plank of wood and peered down into the well. He couldn’t see anything, it was dark and smelled a bit like a toilet. There were some strange weeds growing along the sides of the well and a small plant at the base where the water once was. There were some shillings and other various coins but he couldn’t understand why anyone would want to make a wish in such a dreary looking well.
