As Kelly lumbered out of the pond, soaked, but filled with rage, I began to quickly contemplate my next wish. What could I do to make Kelly not mad at me? What to do, what to...aha!
"I wish that Kelly had always been a cent-" WHAM! I was interrupted as the breath was taking out of me as she hit me square in the stomach with her arm, lifting me up to meet her face to face as she picked up a decent speed, now. I wondered how her arms were strong enough to hold me, but I figured it must be centaur strength. "Now listen here, you little prick! I don't know how you did THIS, but when I get to the station you're going to have alot of explaining to do! You're going to be in alot of-"
Suddenly, Kelly dissapeared, and I hit the pavement with some force, knocking the wind out of me and scraping me up badly. I rolled for a few feet before coughing and trying to lift myself up, when I noticed a tiny copper coin bounce past me at about the same speed that Kelly had been going. Puzzled, I stood up, wished that all the damage was gone, and follow the coin as it rolled to a stop near a park bench. Picking it up, I stopped.
"Kelly Currency, 1 cent." The coin depicted a centaur that vaguely resembled Kelly, on a coin with her name on it. I wished I knew how this happened, and suddenly couldn't stop myself from laughing. She'd interrupted my wish, and unintentionally done this to herself. How ironic, considering she was just trying to fix herself. Kelly had always been a cent. Meaning she technically didn't exist. And I was never stopped from performing. Looking back over in the direction of my "podium" (which was only a few boxes laid around each other, as I hadn't wished for a podium) I saw a confused audience, wondering where I'd went. Maybe I could tell them it was a vanishing act.
As I began to walk in that direction, though, I stared at the penny in my hand and felt a tad remorseful. After all, this wasn't really her fault. First I turned her into a centaur, and then turned her into a penny. I couldn't say that I wasn't the one responsible for this. But...thinking about it, I wasn't sure if restoring her was necessary. Maybe I'd like finding Kelly's on the street every so often.
Thinking about it, I decided...