"Brought me back!" clicks the little cicada, jovially indignant, instantly at home exchanging a bit of banter. With a great deal of tiny bug bravado, he claims, "I let yinz bring me back."

She can feel him creeping around on her shoulder, getting a look at the giant mayonnaise jar. "Think I knew their grandma," the little bug muses. "I can play pranks, I can chill your drink quick, and I'm the best at The Bump, but I ain't very good at granting wishes. 'Less it's one of them things."