Creatures Caves

A norn, an ettin and a grendel team up to find the three magical springs hidden deep in the Albian forests. After countless adventures, they stumble upon three tall waterfalls, each tumbling into one of three pools. Wonderful rainbows appear in the fine mists caused by the waterfalls, and our three adventurers are awed.

"Yay! These must be the magical springs!" the norn cheers merrily.
"It would seem so, my dear friend." agrees the ettin, marking the location on his map.
The grendel doesn't say anything, looking instead up at the sky. After a few moments, he shoves his ettin friend in the side.
"Oi! Y'know those talking fings? Them doofus critters?"
"You mean the eloquent doozers, who have been passing their knowledge of the Albian language onto us for generations?"
"Yes, them fings. Do they fly? Cuz..."
"I'm afraid doozers cannot fly. Why? What is troubling you, my dim-witted compadre?"
"Well... Not a doofer, cuz it flies."

At this point, the other two creatures look up to see what their grendel friend is talking about, and see a wonderful doozer fairy, spreading fairydust as it greets them with a wave of its wand.
"Yay! Doozer fairy!" screams the Norn excitedly, "Grant us a wish!"
"Very well." the fairy smiles. "If you leap into one of the pools and shout out what you desire most, the pool will be filled with it." With these words, it disappears.

The three creatures huddle together, discussing what they'll wish for.
"I propose that we..." the ettin begins, "Wait, where's norn?"
"Cheeeeeeeese!" *splotch*
"Oh... Well, it seems our friend is happy with his wish. Now it is my turn."
The ettin dusts of his fur a bit, puts his belongings down near a tree and begins to run towards the second pool. "Gadgeeeeets!" *crash* *beep boop whirrrr*

The grendel, however, doesn't know what to wish for yet. He was never the brightest of the bunch, but he didn't want to make a wish as hasty as the norn did, or as boring as the ettin.
He sits down on a rock to ponder, thinking long and hard while the norn swims openmouthed through the piles of cheese and his ettin friend cheers enthousiastically at each new technological discovery.
The sun travels slowly across the Albian skies as the grendel thinks long and hard, his friends having the time of their life. Eventually, he seems to reach a decision. Eyes squint with intent, he gets up and begins to run towards the final pool. "This be it," he thinks to himself, "This be the greatest wish of all, everyone will be so happy..."
Running faster and faster, clawed feet pounding on the soft grass, the grendel reaches the pool, getting ready to jump, muscles bunching beneath his reptile skin as he prepares to shout out his one true desire, for him and every other creature on Albia. Suddenly, right before the jump, his claw gets stuck behind a root sending him tumbling into the pool!
"Oh sh--!"