Mr Jim only had one wish in life: to be young again. He loathed the wrinkles etched on his face and his creaking brittle bones.
One day, to his delight, a chirpy man in a sharp suit and black briefcase offered him his only wish.
“I wish to feel like a Boy again!” Mr Jim cried.
Immediately, Mr Jim grabbed his toy gun and fired at the invading Indians, before slaying the fire-breathing dragon and diving to take cover from the incoming...
“Oh, Grandad! You’ve snapped your walking-stick,” exclaimed the girl as she heaved his frail body back into his wheelchair.
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