Bewildered of the power of the wish the boy tried to think hard of one single
thing he would like. Snowballs from the icy mountain perhaps, or should he ask
the man if he could make the boy grow up faster. The boy thought hard and
wrinkled his eyes. He thought about his father and wondered what he would do
in this situation. He was so wise. "Maybe I should ask something my father
already has figured out needed change, he knows best!" the boy discovered. The
man had lit up and asked for details. "What would that be then, young master?"
he had said and crossed his arms.

The boy knew it. He knew what was going to be his wish. His father had
complained about this many times before. Every now and then when the boy had
asked his father to come play with him instead of playing his instruments, he
had replied: "I'm playing the blues, son.."

And when the boy had asked his father why, why he was playing the blues his
father had said "Well the world is full of it, that's why. And I can't make
the blues go away just like that you know, young man.." and he had smiled and
ignored the little boy and stayed up all night with his guitars and flutes.

The smelly man waited in anticipation and smiled, "Your wish?"

And the boy shouted out in joy, "Make the blues of the world go away!".