Pedro squinted at the dusty lamp in his hands, turning it over and over, trying in vain to make out the inscription on the side. He came to the inevitable conclusion that the cleanliness of his Sunday whites must be sacrificed in order to make out the words.

POOF

A brawny figure erupted from the mouth of the lamp, his intangible lower body only a haze.

YOU HAVE THREE WISHES , MASTER. WHAT IS YOUR COMMAND ?

With a squeal of excitement Pedro jumped up and down. He had found it! It was real!

“Make me rich, oh genie!”

IT IS SO .

Bags of coins appeared at his feet.

“Make me popular, oh genie!”

IT IS SO .

A cellphone appeared and immediately began ringing. A sly smile formed on the corner of Pedro’s mouth.

“Grant me more wishes, oh genie!”

IT IS SO .

Pedro squinted at the dusty lamp in his hands, turning it over and over, trying in vain to make out the inscription on the side. He came to the inevitable conclusion that the cleanliness of his Sunday whites must be sacrificed in order to make out the words.