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how a fisherman corked up his foe in a jar a fisherman lived on the shore it's a habit that fishers affect and his life was a hideous bore he had nothing to do but collect continual harvests of seaweed and shells which he stuck upon photograph frames to sell to the guests in the summer hotels with the quite inappropriate names he would wander along by the edge of the sea and i know for a fact from pools with a portable dredge he would curious creatures extract and during the season he always took lots of tourists out fishing for bass and showed them politely impossible spots in the culpable way of his class it happened one day as afar he roved in the glistening strand that he chanced on a curious jar which lay on a hummock of sand it was closed at the mouth with a cork and a seal and over the top there was tied a cloth and the fisherman couldn't but feel that he ought to see what was inside
but what were his fear and surprise when the stopper he held in his hand for a genie of singular size appeared in a trice on the sand who said in the roughest and rudest of tones a monster you've foolishly freed i shall simply make way with you body and bones and that with phenomenal speed the fisherman looked in his face and answered him boldly my friend how you ever were packed in that space is something i don't comprehend pray do me a favor and show me how you can do it as large as you are the genie retorted that's just what i'll do and promptly re-entered the jar the fisherman corked him up tight the genie protested and raved but for all he accomplished he might as well all his shouting have saved and whenever a generous bonus is paid the fisherman willingly tells the singular tale of this trick that he played to the guests in the summer hotels the moral
when fortune you strike and you've slipped through a dangerous crack get as forward as ever you like but never oh never get back
