Fear filled his eyes, and a lone tear trickled down the old man's cheek as he painfully scraped his dry, brittle hands across the rough surface of the concrete scraps.
.... milk jar which broke into pieces and a fountain of milk appear from the ground where the jar was.
Out of the fountain a beautiful milk slyph appeared overjoyed to be free from her imprisonment within the jar for ten thousand years. then she turned, saw Chackie and the old man starting world war three. "...I'm outta here!" She grumbled, stamping off.
With surprising speed, the old man caught up with her. "Not till you grant me my three wishes, Sylphy! I know my rights!"