Having inspected the bottle and considered it an unworthy vessel in which to curl up and go to sleep, the snake slithered around it, rubbing along its side until it retreated into the cool shade.
The smoke rose from the bottle just like in the movies, and lo, a genie, rather contemporarily dressed, emerged from the vessel.
“Who dared to summon the mighty Genie?”
Looking around, he saw nobody.
“That’s odd”, he thought “Well, at least I can have a stretch and enjoy the rays for a while”.
“What now”, he contemplated as he sat on the edge of the cliff.
You see, without a master, a genie has no purpose in life.
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