This is one of those "be careful what you wish for" stories. It makes us think about everything we've wished for in the past, and everything we might wish for in the future. Instead of making us feel more desperate for a new Mustang, though, by the end of the story, we're feeling like our life if is pretty darn good as it is. Saving up for a car the old-fashioned way sure seems a lot better than wishing on a cursed monkey's paw. But maybe that's just us.