Our story
Every wish deserves to be heard.
Some wishes are said out loud. Some are whispered. Most are never quite said at all. This is the story of two small friends who listen for every one of them.
Begin the storyWhere it begins
People make wishes every day.
Some are said clearly, over a birthday cake. Some are whispered into a pillow. A great many are never put into words at all, and those are the ones most likely to go unheard.
Somebody should be listening.
The Wish Carriers
Somebody always is.
In the world of A Flying Wish there are Wish Carriers. They live quietly among us, on pillows and bookshelves and the ends of sofas, and their work is small and enormous at once.
They listen
To the wishes said out loud, and the ones that only show in a pause.
They care
Every wish is treated as if it were the only one, because to someone it is.
They carry
When night comes they take each wish home, beyond the clouds, to Wishland.
They never grant wishes. They never promise an outcome. They make sure no wish is ever carried alone.
By day
They stay close, and they listen.
Not waiting to be played with. Waiting, in case you say something you have not said to anyone else.
The first two carriers
Best friends who agree on almost nothing.
For now, every wish in the world falls to these two. Birthdays and holidays, first days and last days, love and all the quiet ones in between. They are, by any fair measure, overwhelmed. They would not have it any other way.
The curious one
Bearer
Bearer listens to conversations, notices tiny details, and minds other people’s business rather more than he should. What pulls him in are the wishes nobody quite says: the ones hiding between words, inside unfinished sentences, in a quiet moment that lasts a second too long.
- Hears what was almost said
- Always finds one more wish just as it is time to go
- Sometimes collects something that was never a wish at all
“Not every wish knows how to speak.”
The careful one
Fondi
Fondi likes wishes clear, schedules respected, and everything safely in its proper place. He would far rather hear a wish said plainly than guess at it, not because he is strict, but because he cannot bear the thought of losing something someone was counting on.
- Makes sure every wish arrives safely
- Loves certainty, in a job made of uncertainty
- Cares far too much to risk a single one
“If it’s a wish, say it.”
Overheard, somewhere around midnight
- Fondi If it’s a wish, say it.
- Bearer Not every wish knows how to speak.
- Fondi Then how are we meant to carry it?
- Bearer Carefully. Same as the loud ones.
And when night comes
When the house goes quiet, they set out.
Every wish they heard that day goes with them, held carefully, all the way up. By morning they are home again, exactly where you left them.
Wishland
Beyond the clouds, there is a place where wishes go.
What happens there is not ours to explain. Even the carriers do not know. They only know that every wish they bring is carried the whole way, and that none of them is too small.
- What Wishland looks like
- Who lives there
- Who chose the carriers
- What happens to a wish once it arrives
Some things are kinder left as wonder.
Gifting, or keeping
Some wishes are meant to be given.
In the story, a carrier can travel to someone you love with a wish already inside: a Wish Letter, in your own words, that always begins the same way.
I wish you
I wish you a year that feels like the best afternoon you have ever had.
And some are meant to be kept.
Not every carrier is a gift. Some are chosen by people who simply want somebody listening at the end of a long day. That is allowed too. A wish for yourself is still a wish.
Afterwards, the box stays: a place to keep the next wish, the letters, and the small things worth remembering.
Dressed by hand
Every carrier deserves something lovely to wear.
Our own carriers are dressed in outfits we cut and sew by hand, in small numbers: dresses, pinafores, dungarees, little matching sets. Because a wish that arrives in a tiny ruffled dress already feels like an occasion.
And we never kept it to ourselves.
The bunny on a child’s pillow. The Labubu on a keyring. The bear that has been loved threadbare since somebody was four. Every one of them is a carrier to someone, and every one of them deserves a moment. So we dress them too, in their size, with the same care.
Outfits made to fit
- Jellycat
- Labubu
- Build-A-Bear
- Squishmallows
- Teddy bears
- Your oldest friend
- Cut and sewn by handIn small numbers, one outfit at a time.
- Sized in centimetresMeasured for the plush you already love.
- Made for momentsA birthday, a new baby, a holiday, or simply a Tuesday.
Your wish deserves to be heard, cared for, and carried.
With love, Bearer and Fondi
