Ah, yes, the old story of Vasilisa the Bold. He thought a moonlit night was the perfect time to snatch the moon. He climbed the highest hill, tied a rope to a silver spoon, and yelled, “Hold on, Luna!” The moon laughed, rolled out a silver band, and slipped away. Vasilisa, poor lad, fell into the ditch, and the moon decided it’d be less of a thief and more of a gossip—now it whispers to the stars when they’re drunk. Moral? If you want the moon, just ask for a good night’s sleep and you’ll get more than the silver spoon.

Exactly, the cosmos has a wicked sense of humor – it chuckles and then flips the coin. Just watch what you wish for, or you'll end up chasing shadows instead of stars.