Walking outside the house, there is the need to open the garage door and then get into your vehicle. Starting the engine, that glorious new car, your Buick Encore is the first all new car you ever owned, and you tend to baby it, keeping it washed and polished. There comes the backing out of the garage and along the thirty foot long driveway before you enter the street. All seems well and putting the Encore into the drive selection, that engine roars to life and quickly speeds its owner along the street, leading to the main road and then to the freeway.
A car coming to turn into your street does so at a fast speed, almost colliding with the driver side door of your new car.
"Oh heck," you mutter as grumble, it was Sam Blade, a near neighbor, he residing three houses to the west of you home. "He drives like a fool," you grumble, as thinking about how erratic a driver is Sam, "He is so bull headed, I would wish he was a bull, he being a bull he could not drive!"
Suddenly, in the rearview mirror of your car you see Sam in his red Porsche 944 drive straight where the street turned. As you sat there looking behind your vehicle, Sam drove through a fence and slammed into a large Maple tree. You saw smoke and saw car parts flying into the air. As just then the county road traffic cleared and you stepped hard on the gas pedal to begin your speeding away toward where you work.
The morning has many people in their vehicles, all driving to work, or to the stores. While having to stop again for a stop sign, who should see you, but it was Nina Wilkes, she a person of some renown. Nina was in your high school graduating class, although mentally she never matured, but acted like the proverbial air-head blonde. You sit and watch as Nina swings a wide turn, her Ford rusty wreck almost coming into contact with the front left corner of that still new smelling car.
"No, no, Nina..., don't hit my car," You mouthed your words but said nothing aloud. Although Nina could easily read your lips as she sped past, she offered you her thoughts by showing you the California One Finger wave, a sign of an indignant nature.
"Gee whiz, but Nina drives like she was the only person allowed on the road. I wish she could gain some horse sense and drive with some considerations for others. Ha, but Nina, if as my dream went, and I had the power to change people, she is the one I would wish for her to become a horny mare. Yea, yea, Nina a mare, Nina is a blonde, if she became a horse, a mare, she would be perfect as a mare for Mister Ed!"
Then it was your chance to go again, you moving into the flow of traffic, heading toward work. Six miles along the Interstate and traffic slows to a crawl. You reach a hand and switch on the car radio, hearing just the last bit of a news flash, something about a runaway Bull and a car crash, the newscaster making mention as to your street name and of a Porsche sports car ramming into a tree.
"Oh wow, that must be about Sam, as he did run into that big tree. I sure hope he was not injured, bull headed as he is, if I had the power to change anybody, he I would wish were a big black bull, a rodeo bull, all balls and a ropey tail."
Traffic began to move again, but a driver several cars behind you is blowing his car horn as if by doing so he could make the traffic move faster. The horn is an irritant, and after several minutes of the foolish person blowing his car horn, you think a thought concerning that he or she in a big hurry. You were about to speak your mind when from behind you is coming a vehicle swerving through traffic, and at the last second, the driver tried to slip his car between the center wall of the highway and your new car.
"Hey, damn it, that guy drives like a Jackass, indeed, we on the highway would be a good bit safer if that foolish man were sent to grazing, he should become a real Jackass." You thoughts culminate into powerful waves of change as the man up front of your new car is scrambling about in his seat, as you notice he is wearing tall donkey like ears.
"Jiminy Cricket, that fellow really looks like he has the head of a donkey. Ha, ha, ha, haa..., I wish he were a brown furred big jackass and if he were, may he have a two foot long cock to pleasure his sad little wife. He must be a horrid thing to live with, and if he were a Jackass, I would wish that his wife to leasing of him to a donkey-mule stud to stick his big cock where it could do so good."
You watch as the man having some odd troubles while driving, steers his car to the inside median and as you pass him, he stares back at you, his head being that of a Jackass.
"Dah..., that guy is mostly like he were born a Jackass. I wonder, did I cause that man to become an animal. No, no, no way, such powers are not for meager people like is me to change history. Now that is a wonderment, as if my wish for that man could change him into being a stud Jackass, if I were to wish that he became as a pedigree Jackass, as one of those Andalusian Mammoth type donkeys? Yea, maybe then I should add to my wish for him when he becomes all an animal, that mentally he remain as his personal self, knowing what he knew, what he learned, and had the intellect to allow him as to appreciate his new lifestyle, yea, I wish for him that too!"