Wishing well

Clara and Tom had a wishing-well in their back garden, only there was no hole. It hadn't been filled in, either. It was never there. They got their handyman to come and build a wall and a roof and a crank, and they hung an old bucket from it with a new rope. Turn the handle, and you can hear the bucket go donk on the clay. How can it be a wishing well, I asked them, when it's not even a well? But I suppose they know better than me. They get everything they wish for.