shared with us by Valerie ~ aka StitchingBlogger
A stitcher went into an antique store and found a dusty old bottle. As she was cleaning it off, a genie appeared, causing her to gasp in surprise.
“Salutations, Madame,” the genie said in a raspy voice.
“Are you a genie?!” the stitcher asked, her eyes alight with excitement.
“Yes, Madame.”
“The kind that grants three wishes?” she inquired, still not believing her good luck.
“Yes, Madame, but I am a very old genie, and my powers are very weak.” He paused to catch his breath. “I cannot grant you three wishes, but I can grant you one.” He rested again and wheezed, “What is your wish?”
The stitcher thought for a while and then said, “I wish for world peace.”
“Madame, I am very old, and my powers are very weak. I cannot grant you so great a wish as world peace. Do not you not have another wish?”
The stitcher thought again and said, “To finish all my unfinished needlework projects!”
The genie was aghast at this potential drain on his strength. With a sigh he said, “Madame, I am a very, -very- old genie and my powers are very, -very- weak. I am unable to grant this wish, so instead I give you world peace.”
“Are you a genie?!” the stitcher asked, her eyes alight with excitement. “Yes, Madame.” “The kind that grants three wishes?” she inquired, still not believing her good luck. “Yes, Madame, but I am a very old genie, and my powers are very weak.” He paused to catch his breath. “I cannot grant you three wishes, but I can grant you one.” He rested again and wheezed, “What is your wish?” The stitcher thought for a while and then said, “I wish for world peace.” “Madame, I am very old, and my powers are very weak. I cannot grant you so great a wish as world peace. Do not you not have another wish?” The stitcher thought again and said, “To finish all my unfinished needlework projects!” The genie was aghast at this potential drain on his strength. With a sigh he said, “Madame, I am a very, -very- old genie and my powers are very, -very- weak. I am unable to grant this wish, so instead I give you world peace.”
“Are you a genie?!” the stitcher asked, her eyes alight with excitement. “Yes, Madame.” “The kind that grants three wishes?” she inquired, still not believing her good luck. “Yes, Madame, but I am a very old genie, and my powers are very weak.” He paused to catch his breath. “I cannot grant you three wishes, but I can grant you one.” He rested again and wheezed, “What is your wish?” The stitcher thought for a while and then said, “I wish for world peace.” “Madame, I am very old, and my powers are very weak. I cannot grant you so great a wish as world peace. Do not you not have another wish?” The stitcher thought again and said, “To finish all my unfinished needlework projects!” The genie was aghast at this potential drain on his strength. With a sigh he said, “Madame, I am a very, -very- old genie and my powers are very, -very- weak. I am unable to grant this wish, so instead I give you world peace.”
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