Simon was superstitious. He believes in every omen he knows. For example walking under a ladder and never growing again. Every year he would make a wish to the local wishing well. Sadly his wish never comes true, but he doesn’t give up.
As he was walking on the pavement he turned right and he arrived. He got three coins (that was his lucky number), threw them into the river and thought. “I wish that I could have a glimmering red Ferrari.” He watched them sink slowly. Next morning he woke up looked outside and guess what he saw… Nothing!
“I give up” he roared.