Cream looked at it with amazement. She picked it up and saw a mark on the side. Given everything that she had learnt from story books she rubbed the side of the lamp. Nothing happened. She sighed and threw the lamp back onto the ground.
"Ow! what did you do that for? I was asleep." A male voice shouted. Cream jumped back. After she had recovered from the shock she asked "Who are you?"
"I'm the genie of the lamp, who are you?" The voice replied.
"My name is Cream. Why didn't you come out when I rubbed the lamp?"
"Do you realise that that trick never works? It's impossible to remove a genie from it's home using friction alone. To summon me, draw a circle with a stra in the middle on the floor, Grab a knife and cut yourself. Then I come out."
Cream jumped back in horror. She began to cry about not wanting to hurt herself.
"O.k. I was joking. Just tip the spout of the Lamp. I'll come pouring out." The Voice said. Cream dryed her tears and picked the lamp up by the handle. She tipped it like a teapot and smoke poured out of the end.
The smoke began to twist and turn. It changed shape until it was the form of a...
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