Thou wish is granted.
Once upon a time, a certain boy from the mountains who happened to, for whatever reason, have the number 965 in his name wanted to make a wish that his wish would be corrupted by a 3-paragraph story. Since he lived so high in the mountains, he could easily see all the stars and make wishes upon them. However, he did not think that he was high enough. He therefore climbed the highest mountain he could find so that he could make his wish.
Along the path he met various obstacles. One of which was an old dog from the moon who yelped at anything he could find. It was rather annoying to cross, so the little boy grabbed a shotgun and shot the poor thing. After that, he came a cross a ghastly old guru who knew everything there was to know in the world, including the future of others. He told him that he would not be able to reach the mountain in time to meet the stars. The boy did not believe him, and therefore shot the guru as well. Those were just two obstacles out of many, and since he had a shotgun, he could pretty much clear anything out of his way. Soon enough, he was able to reach the peak of the mountain. And so, with that having been completed, he made his wish.
There was a man who drank a whole bunch of moonshine on the mountain and everybody who passed by him would ask, "Why do you drink so much moonshine?" He answered in a fairly gruff voice, "So I can corrupt this guy's wish."
I wish I could write better stories.