In the morning, i was still thinking about the well. "uncle pat, does the wishing well really work? " i asked. uncle pat chuckled. "how old is it then? " i asked. "older than the farm and that's over three hundred years old," replied auntie pat. "wow! " i exclaimed. "have you ever tried making a wish? ". they both burst out laughing. i knew uncle-and-auntie pat hadn't money to spare, but i still had some of last week's pocket money. i reached in my jeans. there it was — a shiny ten pence piece. i went outside to the well. it looked rather tatty, but i tried to convinse myself it could be magical. i took my ten pence coin and tossed it after a few seconds, i heard it splash into the water deep below. i spent the rest of the day helping out on the farm. i fed the geese, i picked some fruit and i dug up some potatoes. it was hard work. how i wished my wish would start working. that night i fell asleep the moment my head touched the pillow. i had some magical i dreamt the geese laid golden eggs. i dreamt the fruit trees grew five pound notes. and i dreamt i dug up some buried treasure along with the potatoes! but in the morning when i woke up, i realized they were only dreams. переведите я вас !
