“I will grant you two wishes so choose wisely!”exclaimed the old lady.

”I will,” she said. Polly said her last goodbye and ran home. Thunder boomed and rain pelted. Once she got home she slammed the door and ran upstairs into her bedroom. After an eternity, she finally knew what she wanted. “I wish that I could be so rich I could be a billionaire,” she shouted across the room. Nothing happened. The next day she was in another world. Her bed wasn’t broken ; it was massive and had a soft quilt laid neatly over her. Her room smelled of roses. Suddenly a knock on the door. Who was it?