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GENIE'S GOT A BOTTLE
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Eddie Finds a Full Bottle
Once upon a time in 1313, sexy
Eddie was walking along an uncrowded beach dressed in high-top boots that were crafted with the finest zebra hide. The stripes on his matching loin cloth had been positioned in a horizontal fashion, making human identification easier for any wandering Stick Archer seeking edible prey.
Back then, the sands were unblemished, the beaches clean. The air drifting inland from the sea smelled fishy, untainted by oil refineries and watercraft. Eddie took in a deep whiff of the sea air and beat his chest with his fists. It was a manly thing, as was picking island cacti bare-handed.
Eddie's attention was immediately thrust onto a bright red bottle resting on the shoreline. It looked so out of place on the barren floor of the sandy beach. Three crabs were treading towards the bright object, obviously curious, like Eddie.
Being adept, Eddie reached the bottle first and scooped it out of the sand. Pretty and full of something, he thought. Using the nearby corkscrew, he quickly dismantled the seal, then stood back as a strange smoke spiraled from the opening of the bottle.
Some fizzy noises accompanied the smoke, then suddenly the air settled. The contents smelled a bit funny, but Eddie decided that anything that resided in a bottle this beautiful had to taste good. And Eddie had found a full bottle.
Eddie made himself comfortable, sprawling out on the warm beach as he enjoyed the contents of the bottle. By and by, the sun sank lower and lower in the western horizon. Night was swiftly approaching. He'd been on the beach all day and noticed that he looked redder than a Maine lobster. He silently scolded himself for not smattering on some suntan lotion before hitting the beach today.
"Hello, big boy," the deep sultry voice suddenly greeted Eddie through his haze of thoughts. He squinted his eyes, trying to make out the apparition in the short distance. Six foot ten, hairy chest, bald head, arms folded, blue skin. Sea monster?
Eddie was suddenly on his feet, his fists raised as he prepared to defend himself.
"Sea demon, prepare to die!" he warned, his exotic boots kicking up a small sand storm.
The demon coughed, then scolded, "See here, big boy! For your information, I'm not a sea demon! And - quit kicking up sand, will ya!"
Eddie collected himself, trying to focus on the apparition who seemed a bit fuzzy.
The apparition continued, "It's your lucky day, big boy. You found the lucky bottle - my abode. I'm a genie and will grant three wishes for you."
Eddie brought his hand to his head and scratched it gingerly. "Just three?"
Genie snarled his big blue upper lip and echoed, "Just three." Obviously, he was dealing with an idiot.
"Well, I wish you could grant me a million wishes," Eddie protested.
After that, Genie and Eddie became exceedingly close. Thirty years later, Eddie had yet to spend his one million wishes. It wasn't a pretty life for Genie. All day, every day, he worked to fulfill Eddie's wishes.
The moral of the story is, "It is far better to control power than to own power."
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