The villagers offered old pots, worn clothes, and broken tools — but held back their gold and jewelry. Rohan, however, owned nothing of value except a small wooden flute his late mother had given him. It was his only treasure, full of memories and comfort.

Rohan thought for a moment. He could wish for wealth, a grand house, or power over others. But instead, he said, “I wish that no child in my village ever goes to bed hungry again.”

Soon, the well began to dry up. The village elder went to Rohan in panic. “You made the wish. You must fix this!”