If wishes were horses,
Beggars would ride.
Perhaps they would band together and form their own mounted legion.
Would they be kind? Would they be crusaders for justice, riding to the aid of their downtrodden brethren?
Or would they be cruel? Exacting brutal vengeance on a world that shoved them in a corner and tried to forget them?
What if the horses weren’t enough? Would they use their wishes to amass wealth and power? To become the ruling elite while turning us into beggars?
Or would they be benevolent rulers, humbled by their own experiences?
We may never know.
Wishes aren’t horses, after all.
But if they were…