“Do you know what this is?” he asked me holding v-shaped bone in his hand.

I shook my head.

“This is a wishing bone,” he added as if he was holding a long sought-after treasure.

“What is that for?” I asked, my curiosity awakened.

He asked me to hold one side of it while he held the other.

“We are both going to pull this bone. The person that gets the bigger part will have a wish come true.”

I smiled, unsure if that was some kind of trick. He insisted I held one side.

“Now, you need to make a wish,” the butcher in the blood stained smock said.