“I wish I were the
richest person in the
world,” said Dunn.
The genie smiled, “I understand.”
His smoke glowed, then he chanted.
The smokey giant clapped his hands.
He looked at Dunn, “Your wish is granted.”
The man whipped out his phone
to check his bank account.
He tapped and swiped, then groaned.
“It’s the same damn amount!”
The genie shrugged. His smoke curled.
He shrunk and sunk and swirled.
“You didn’t say which world.”