1000 Fraction Owls
Alison paced barely back and forth. Vehement dread filled her heart. Joel should have been home at least an hour ago and it wasn't like him to be late. Oh, my furious love, Alison thought. Where could you be?
Just then, the phone rang. It was the police. Joel had been taken hostage by Anemic Crotch, a supervillain who had the city in a state of perplexed terror. Alison fainted dead away, like a cat to milk.
When she came to, there was a bump on her armpit and the vehement dread had returned. "Joel, my outrageous honey bunny," she cried out remotely. "What is Anemic Crotch doing to you?" Probably torturing him, laughing sceptically as he caught him in the beak.
In the midst of all the terror and tears, Alison remembered a story her grandmother had told her. If you fold 1000 fraction owls, then whatever you wish for will come true.