Mighty Shoe God

"So...you're going to pray to the Shoe God for...more shoes?" Jasper says, as she arranges a bunch of candles in a circle around a wooden shoe fetish. She lights them one by one.

"Yes," says Sara. "Perfectly normal. Happens every day."

"Right. Okaaaay...you DO know you've only got a limited number of wishes, right?"

"Shut up. Oh, mighty Shoe God," Sara says, falling to her knees before her makeshift altar and salaaming. "I beseech thee to grant me my wish...and give me more shoes!"

For several seconds, nothing happens.

"This is the dumbest idea ever," says Jasper.

The two hear a throat clearing behind them. They whirl to see a small figure dressed as a shoe store salesman and surrounded by a halo. "You called, my young ones?" he asks.

"MIGHTY SHOE GOD!" squeals Sara, who has fallen on her face. Jasper is too surprised to move.

"Look, don't..don't do that," he says, gesturing for her to come to her feet. "Look, I can grant that wish, if you want, but there's a town with a Target like right up the road from here. Why don't you guys just let me go for some help? I can probably just buy a pair of new shoes and you can save the wishes for some other time. How's that sound?"

1. "Sure!"
2. "Not a chance. Gimme my wish!"
3. "I'll need twenty to cover the cost of the shoes," says the Shoe God.
4. The Shoe God brings her the shoes, along with a burger for Jasper and a taco salad for her. Because he's just a nice guy that way. They continue on.
5. Jasper wishes for a bag of live newts.

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