Once there was a guy who wished that he was a rich woman’s lap-dog, when
suddenly a Great Genii appeared before him and granted his wish, telling
him that any time he wished to be changed back to a man, he should slip
out of the rich lady’s house and come to the home of the Genii, in a
distant part of the city.
Being only a dog, he soon grew tired of his pampered life, and since he
was really a dog, the kisses and petting of his pretty mistress failed to
produce the “kick” that he had anticipated.
So, he slipped out of the house, and found himself on a broad and
spacious avenue, lined with trees, telegraph poles and iron fence posts.
Now, that was many moons ago, but up to the present writing, the little
doggie has not reached the Genii’s house to be changed back to a man.
MORAL: It’s a poor wish that won’t work two ways.
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