boomed, echoing across the beach.

As the dog rubbed his nose, a gentle rumble filled the air, and Willie the giant appeared, towering above with a benevolent smile. “Three wishes I grant thee,” Willie’s voice boomed, echoing across the beach.

The dog, with a thoughtful tilt of his head, spoke his wish. “I wish the fork and spoon could not speak,” he said, a hint of sadness in his voice.

Willie the giant nodded, understanding the dog’s desire for peace. “Your wish is granted,” he said, and with a wave of his hand, the spoon and fork were enveloped in a silent aura.

The dog looked at them, their metallic surfaces reflecting the stars above. They were just objects once more, but to the dog, they would always be treasures—symbols of an adventure that had brought him friendship and wonder.

With two wishes remaining, the dog pondered what else he could ask for. Perhaps the dog said i wish Billy wasn’t here and an cream man knew where i could find books with advice willie the giant said