In his reverie,

e dog’s dreams wove together like the intricate patterns of seashells. He imagined menus—delicious feasts that could rival any banquet. The spoon and fork beside him seemed to hum with anticipation, as if they, too, longed for flavors beyond the salty sea breeze.

In his reverie, the dog rubbed his nose and willie the giant gave him three wishes the dog said i wish the fork and spoon could not speak willie the giant said