On Second Thought

As a child I had this recurring nightmare that one day the whole world would belong to just one person. At this time I soothed my mind with the thought that surely even the wealhty love some humn company, at least to do the mean jobs that nobody is keen on doing. Yet nowadays I'm starting to feel not so sure about this any more...

What would the fairy tale "The Wishing Table" look like if it were told today? Maybe the inn-keeper and/or the goat would win in the end...