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Name: Matthew Cook E-mail: [email protected]

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There is an area in southern Ontario called the Niagara fruit belt. It is made up of

farmland that stretches from the great Niagara River to the tip of Lake Ontario. A visitor

would be advised to travel there in August, as the peaches grown in late August are

among the best on the planet. In this fruit belt there are vast orchards and vineyards,

beautiful waterfalls and valleys and forests. Because of its great beauty a few biblical

scholars have suggested that the Niagara fruit belt is the location of the original Garden

of Eden. Some further speculate that the fruit eaten that set the human race on its present

course of sin and sufferings was, in fact, a peach. Most agree that if said peach had been

eaten in late August, Adam and Eve made a wise choice. A large escarpment runsthrough the fruit belt, parallel to the shore of Lake Ontario. It is a favorite spot for people

who like leisurely strolls while eating peaches.

Jim Marcy lived in a large white duplex with his family on Murray Street in a

little town called Grimsby, just a ten minute walk from the escarpment. Growing up his

father took him for many walks through the well-worn trails that slithered through the

forest garnishing the escarpment. Jim continued the habit of exploring the bush into his

early twenties, even after his father could no longer join him. One particular Saturday

morning in late August Jim decided to enter the forest for another relaxing walk. He

waved farewell to his family, grabbed a delectable peach and bounced down the front

steps and walked towards the bush. The trail that Jim usually followed on his walks was

called the Bruce Trail, though Jim didnt know that. The Bruce Trail began down near

Jims house and ran west and north for hundreds of miles, one of longest trails in Ontario.

But Jim didnt know that either. But he didnt really care that he didnt know. Why care


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about those things that you dont know about anyway? If you dont know about it, it

must not be important.

Jim entered the forest and slowed his pace to breathe in the fresh, foresty air. He

looked around at the trees and rocks with delight. On his left a small creek trickled in the

bottom of a small ravine.

What a lovely place, so untouched by human civilization. He thought as he past

by a large steel garbage can filled with broken beer bottles. He almost skipped through

the forest, examining the trees with an eye he assumed was trained. He glanced at a

mighty oak off to the right of the trail.What a lovely maple. He said to himself. A little further he eyed a birch.

Hmm, he thought, examining it, no apples this time of year, I suppose. And

so he continued for a while, examining and renaming things as he went. Eventually he

came to a part of his walk that he had come to many times before. The long stairway up

the escarpment itself. On most days he took the stairway up and enjoyed a magnificent

view of his entire town and Lake Ontario. Today he hesitated. He looked at the stairs

climbing to his right, and then he looked at the creek in the ravine, trickling to his left.

I wonder what lies down that way. He had never strayed from the path before.

All his life he had continued down the same road that everyone else had made. Of

course, that meant that he had never seen anything that a thousand people had not seen a

thousand times before.

Here is a chance for a grand adventure! He thought as he turned to the left and

began tripping down the edge of the ravine. Who knows what Ill find! Maybe a rare

animal, or some old bones, or something wonderful! Unfortunately, Jim was thinking


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far too hard and getting far too excited at this point. His brain momentarily stopped

communicating with his feet and he slipped and fell the rest of the way down, landing on

his posterior in a cold pool of water at the edge of the creek. Jim was, of course,

undaunted. This was merely adversity, and adversity was to be expected because he was

a brave explorer searching out strange new lands. He picked himself off and headed off

up the creek, wondering what oddities he might find. He past some things of minor

interest. He found an old license plate that he was sure must have belonged to a crime

lord of the past. There was a rusty shopping cart half buried in the creek, perhaps

dropped from the plane that delivers shopping carts to the area. He even found an olddoll covered in mud on the right shore of the creek. He left that alone, wondering if it

was cursed or diseased. At one point the shore disappeared and was replaced by sheer

walls of mud outlining the creek on both sides. Jim was forced to hop from rock to rock

in order to continue his quest. And so he did, with great joy at first. He found that he

was rather good at the rock jumping. He began to feel rather proud of himself for being

so skilled. Very shortly thereafter he was reminded of what naturally follows pride. He

didnt notice one rock covered with a green, slimy blanket. As soon as his foot touched it

he found himself falling backwards into the creek. His head struck a rock and he was

struck unconscious.

Three seconds later he awoke with a rather unpleasant headache.

Look at the sky! He thought, Its gotten so dark. Why, I must have been

unconscious for hours, even days for all I know. What a grand adventure! Jim sat in his

place in the water for a moment, wondering what to do. Should continue his journey, or

should he turn back and let the rescue teams know that he still lived? As he was


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contemplating this he noticed a strange-looking boulder sitting up against the wall of the

creek on the left side. He couldnt tell you why it looked strange, only that it did. He got

up to investigate this rather suspicious rock. The boulder was leaning up against the wall

in a very unnatural way. Upon a closer inspection he saw that it was actually covering a

small hole.

A cave! Jim said aloud. Who knows what would be inside? He grasped the

bolder with both hands and pulled with all his might. Gradually the bolder moved and

fell into the creek with a loud noise and a small splash. Jim gazed into the newly-

discovered portal with wonder. Having no fear of rats or snakes or any of the other horridthings that dwell in such holes he ducked in and looked around.

How big might it be? He asked himself. It could go on for miles under the

city. It might lead to the lake or to America even! What luck I found it! Suddenly he

walked into a wall. He took a step back and took his lighter out of his pocket. Lighting it

he saw that the cave was disappointingly small. Perhaps five feet high and twenty feet

square. He was almost depressed at this until he saw some writing on one of the walls.

Perhaps there are some ancient hieroglyphics or cave paintings! He got close

and examined the writing on the wall. Frank wuz here . He read it again. And again.

Rather disappointed he sat on the ground with his back to the wall. As he sat he noticed

cigarette butts strewn about the floor. Obviously this was no ancient cave. It was just a

crummy hideout for kids to smoke without their parents finding out. What a stupid place!

What a dumb quest! This certainly wasnt what Jim had expected when he set out. He

sat and stared into nothing for a while.


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Oh well, he said, I suppose I should get going home. I should let the police

know they dont have to look for me anymore. As he stood to go he noticed something

on the floor that had evaded his glance up to this point. A small, yellow, plastic sandwich

container. Jim found it very odd that he didnt see it earlier. He wondered what was in it.

Perhaps a sandwich! That would make his failed quest a little less of a failure, now

wouldnt it? He crawled over to it and picked it up. It was heavier than it looked. That

was a good sign. Something must be inside! He stood and began to lift the corner of the

lid.

BANG!There was a loud noise that startled Jim so much that he dropped the container

and fell back to the floor by the wall. He looked at the upside-down lidless container on

the ground. Nothing happened. He eyed it suspiciously and slowly made his way toward

it, sad that whatever sandwich might be inside was now on the ground. Suddenly the

container twitched a little. He heard a grunt and a trickle of green smoke began to flow

from under the container.

The sandwich is obviously older than I thought. He said. Green smoke

continued to trickle until it covered the floor of the cave. Fear began to attack Jim. What

on earth was going on? Suddenly Jim heard a tired and cranky voice coming from the

plastic box.

Oh, for crying out loud! It said. With disbelieving eyes Jim saw the container

lift off the ground, pushed up by some green shape wreathed in green smoke. The box

lifted up to the top of the cave, and there it stayed, the shape under it still clothed in

smoke. Jim heard coughing coming from within the smoky pillar and the smoke began to


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fade away, out the small door. As the smoke cleared Jim saw that a man was standing in

the center of the room, perfectly level with the ceiling and wearing the plastic container

as a hat. He was short and a little chubby. His face was covered with the sort of stubble

a man gets when he hasnt shaved for a day and he was completely naked, except for his

Tupperware hat. He was also green, though that didnt seem too odd to Jim when he

considered that he appeared out of a sandwich container. Jim stared at the green man in

front of him, vainly trying to put logic on recent events. Meanwhile the green man began

to pick his teeth and look around the cave.

Ya got a smoke? He gruffly asked Jim. Not knowing the rules of etiquette in asituation like this Jim simply nodded and tossed a pack of cigarettes at the green man.

Thanks. The green man took two out of the package and began to chew on

them nonchalantly. The rest he returned to Jim. Hmm, this place seems a lot bigger

than it was last time I was here. For a few moments nothing was said and nothing was

done. The green man continued to chew on his cigarettes and Jim continued to stare in

awe and disbelief. Eventually awe gave way to slight boredom.

Um, Jim began hesitantly, I hope you dont mind me asking, but what are

you?

The green man looked at him blankly for a moment. Frank. He said.

Frank?

Yeah. Frank. Thats my name.

Well, my name is Jim. Jim said as he stood. He held out his hand toward the

green man Frank, mainly because he didnt know what else to do.


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I know your name, Jim Marcy. Frank said as he shook his hand. How ya

doing?

Im okay. He said. He found it very odd to be shaking hands with a naked

green man named Frank that seemed to live inside a small sandwich container. What are

you? He asked.

Me? Frank said very casually. I am jinn, created by the Great Power

millennia ago from the smokeless fires of Jannat. I have beheld with my eyes that which

no man can see and live. I have contemplated truths that would drive the wisest of men

to insanity. I have felt the undying bliss and the never ending sorrow of omniscience. Iam jinn. He yawned.

Jinn? Like genie?

Same thing, pretty much.

So I get three wishes? Jim asked, his astonishment giving way to excitement

and greed.

"No."

"What do you mean no?"

I think youve been reading the wrong genie legends. Most genies dont actually

give three wishes. Some are pretty bad-tempered, actually, and would kill a guy for

opening their container without permission. Youre pretty lucky Im easy going.

So I dont get any wishes?

You might. Frank said as he swallowed his chewed-up cigarettes.

Might?


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Yeah. I might do a few things for you if you give me the rest of your cigarettes.

Jim quickly handed his pack over. Frank took them out and stuffed all but one into his

Tupperware cap. The other one he placed in his mouth and began to chew, smiling.

So Jim said after a few seconds.

So?

So do I get some wishes?

Sure. The green jinn said. What do ya want?

I wanna be the richest man in the world! Jim said excitedly.

Sorry. No can do. Frank said shrugging.What do you mean? You said I could get some wishes!

Yeah, but there are some things I cant do for you.

But its so easy; just give me a bunch of money. Do you need my bank account

number or something?

It really doesnt work that way. Listen, how much money do you want?

I dunno, just a few billion.

Okay, do you have any idea what a few billion dollars appearing out of nowhere

would do to the economy? Youve already got a nasty problem with inflation; injecting a

billion dollars into circulation would just make it worse. On top of that, how would you

ever explain such a massive bank account to the government? Do you think the income

tax guys are gonna believe that a green genie just gave you the money? Youd probably

be audited and the taxes on a billion dollars are more than you can imagine! Trust me,

kid, its not worth the hassle, youd regret it later on.

Oh, I never thought about it that way.


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Few people do.

Hmm. Jim thought for a moment. Okay, I got an idea. Why dont you make

me a super-famous actor or something? That way I can get the money myself and have a

really easy job too!

I should probably tell you something right off the bat; genies are not nearly as

powerful as your movies make us out to be. We all have our special talents, and if you

get us all together you could probably get whatever you want, but every jinn is pretty

specialized. There are only a few super-cool things we can do.

So what can you do for me? What kind of genie are you?Im what you might call an anthropological genie. I know pretty much all there

is to know about every country, people group, culture, race and individual on the planet.

I can tell you all about folks if you want.

Thats it?

Hey! Frank said, looking defensive. I think that having anthropological

omniscience is pretty impressive, boy!

Sorry. I just thought Id be able to get something out of this. Jim wanted his

cigarettes back.

Dude, you can get something out of this. You know, I can introduce you to

anyone on the planet. I can take you anywhere on the earth and you can visit the most

unusual people there are. I think its a pretty good deal. Is there anyone you want to

meet or see? Frank swallowed his cigarette and pulled another one out of his hat. Jim

thought for a moment. Maybe this wouldnt be a total loss.

Okay. Jim said. There is one person that Ive always wanted to meet.


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Who?

Uh, I cant remember his name. Jim snapped his fingers, as if that would help

him to recall. I dont know his name, but hes the smartest man in the world. Hes in a

wheelchair and he cant talk.

Oh. You mean that Steven Hawking guy?

Thats it! Steven Hawking. Id love to meet him!

Sure thing. Frank said, pulling a pair of red boxer shorts with yellow smiley

faces out of his hat. But are you sure you want to see him? Hes not really the smartest

guy in the world.Hes not?

Hell no. Hes not even in the top ten. I could take you to the real smartest

person in the world. Frank but his boxers on, much to Jims relief.

Sure, yeah, take me to the smartest guy in the world. Id love to meet him and

talk to him.

Giddiup, on we go! Frank said with a wicked smile. Smoke poured out from

under his hat and in a minute the cave was full of smoke. Jim noticed the temperature

suddenly rise. When the smoke began to clear he found himself standing in a sandy

desert. Beside him Frank was hopping from foot to foot, cursing the hot sand.

Where on earth are we? Jim asked.

Rajasthan. Frank said as he pulled a pair of Rebook Pumps out of his cap. Its

a neat little province on the western border of India. Lots of lovely folks live here, but

the weather sucks if you ask me.


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Oh, I get it! Jim said. So the smartest man in the world is like some scientist

or something studying stuff out here, right?

No, but come on, theyre about to serve up some tea. Jim turned around and

saw a small group of buildings about a hundred meters off. Just simple little stick huts

with a few goats and chickens running around. He followed Frank toward the village.

Brightly dressed women walked around the buildings, attending to various daily chores.

A few old men relaxed on straw mats on the ground, leisurely talking to each other. It

seemed like a rather odd place to meet the most intelligent man on the planet. Frank

approached one of the men and began talking in a language Jim didnt understand. Themen stood and welcomed Jim and his green companion into the largest hut of the village.

They either didnt notice or didnt care that Frank was green and mostly naked. As they

sat down on the floor a woman wearing every color imaginable scurried in with a tray of

clay bowls filled with hot, creamy tea.

This stuff is great. Frank said to Jim. Drink up. Jim took a bowl and drank.

It was indeed good, but he was wondering where this super-intelligent person was.

Shes coming. Said Frank, hearing Jims thoughts. Shes killing a chicken at

the moment and shell come in once thats done.

Shes killing a chicken?

Would you rather eat a live one? Shut up and drink your tea. Frank resumed

his chatting with the bearded men. Jim couldnt understand what was going on. What

was the smartest person in the world killing a chicken for?

For lunch, dumbass. Frank said, interrupting Jims thoughts again.


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I dont think I like you poking into my brain whenever you feel like it. Jim

said.

Im not poking, I have limited omniscience. I simply know all there is to know

about all people. Its impossible for me not to look at whats going on in that puny brain

of yours.

Jim was trying to think of a witty comeback when a small, dirty woman in her

early twenties appeared at the doorway. She was brightly dressed like all the other

women of the village with five or six pounds of bracelets hugging her arms and a nose-

ring the size of Texas hanging from her left nostril. She was wiping chicken remainsfrom her hands. Frank stood immediately when she entered the room and said many

flowery-sounding things to her. He placed his hand on her head and she smiled shyly.

James, Frank said, Id like you to come meet my friend, Ajoti, the most

intelligent human being on the planet.

Had Frank said that Ajoti was an alien from Jupiter doing reconnaissance work

among the tribal people of Rajasthan, Jim would not have been more confused. He gave

Frank the Jinn a sideways look. He tried to understand what Frank was saying.

You mean, one day she will become the most intelligent person in the world?

No, she is already. There is no-one alive today that has a better brain than my

little friend here. Frank said, putting his arm around Ajoti.

Im quite confused. Jim said with a not-so-bright look on his face.

I know you are. Said Frank. And let me tell you why. Youre confused

because you assumed that the most intelligent person alive would be some sort of doctor

or mathematician or something. You cant understand how this simple-looking girl at my


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side, who is at present picking her nose with chicken-soiled fingers, could possibly have

an intellect greater than all those scientists you see on TV. In fact, she strikes you as

rather dumb, doesnt she?

Well, she is picking her nose.

Ill tell you what makes Ajoti special. Ajoti has the finest working brain of any

person alive today. In fact, its the best brain thats come around for a few hundred years.

She really is quite special. However, Ajoti will never become famous. She will never

even learn how to write her own name. In fact she will never leave this little village or go

to any school, even though if she did she would shock and amaze the world with her staggering intellect. If she studied mathematics, Pythagoras would be quickly forgotten.

If she studied theology, she would be able to teach St. Paul a thing or two. If she played

chess, Bobby Fisher wouldnt stand a chance. As it is she studies cooking and cleaning,

and I promise you that you have never had chicken like the chicken youre gonna get in

half an hour. At this Frank said a few quick words to Ajoti and she left shyly.

I still dont get it. If shes so smart why doesnt she go to school or try to make

this village better?

Do you remember what you learned in elementary school?

I remember I got beat up a lot.

But do you remember what the classes were about? Or even in high school, can

you remember the facts and figures you learned?

Not really, but no one does, which is why I think it was a waste of time.

Ah, but it wasnt actually a waste of time. You know, the brain is like a car.

Everybody has a different kind of car for a brain. Ajoti was given a Lamborghini Diablo,


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your brain is more like a Volkswagen. The thing is that Ajotis Diablo has never had a

tune up. It never went through the testing and tuning that you got with a basic education.

As a result of that it doesnt run as well as it could. It runs fine, to be sure. Shes quite

bright on he own even without education, but it could run so much better. Your education

wasnt actually designed to make you remember facts; it was designed to give your brain

a workout. And as a result of that workout in some areas you brain runs just as good as

Ajotis Lamborghini.

Wow. Said Jim after the minute of silence it took for him to understand. I

guess its pretty tragic that shes stuck in this village.Maybe. But she doesnt think so. Shes quite happy here.

Eventually food was served and indeed it exceeded Franks predictions. After

eating, drinking, eating a little more and having one more cup of tea the two travelers

were getting ready to depart. They bid farewell to Ajoti and the tribe and began to walk

back into the desert.

It really doesnt seem right. Jim said after they had walked a ways.

I know. Its far too hot here. But I dont think theres anything we can do about

it.

I mean about that girl. It seemsevil to let her float along without reaching her

full potential. The leaders of whatever country were in must be totally corrupt.

Frank laughed. First, tell me, what makes you think she hasn't reached her full

potential? She's attained a level of happiness higher than most folks. Secondly, lemme

tell you, if the most upright, ethical person in the world was running this country, this

would not be much different. Its not always morals that hinder governments from


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making good changes in their countries. Sometimes its just manpower. Were out in the

desert. Theres about five more little villages like that one within twenty miles of this

place, how could you build a school here? Its pretty tough.

I bet a good man could figure it out.

Dude, trust me, I know who the goodest man is, and he really couldnt do much

thats not already being done.

Who is the goodest man? Could I meet him next?

Frank paused for a moment. What? He said with what might have been

interpreted as fear in his voice.Yeah, that would be pretty interesting. Jim said. Lets go meet the most good

person in the world next.

Frank looked at Jim thoughtfully and took a cigarette out of his hat. He chewed it

slowly and finally said, No.

Hey man. Jim said crossly, I gave up my last pack of smokes and you

promised me three wishes. You better deliver!

Frank spat out his cigarette indignantly. First, he said, I did not promise you

any wishes. I only said that I could do a few things for you. Second, I have already

taken you around the world to a place that no Canadian has even seen, I think that makes

up for the half-pack of smokes you gave up. Third, I am a powerful Jinn from a higher

plane and am accountable to no man, who are you gonna tell even if I did break some sort

of deal? I will not take you to the best man alive. I cant do it.

Why not? I thought you could do anything in regards to people and stuff.


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It is within my ability to take you to him, but not within my will . I dont want to

do it, therefore I cant.

But why not?

Frank thought for a moment and said, You wouldnt like him much. You

wouldnt appreciate him. It would be a waste of time.

Jim paused to take that in. Frank changed the subject before he could think about

it too much. Now, I could take you to the most evil man alive. I think youd understand

that guy a little better.

"Why would I understand him better?""You'll be able to relate better."

Before Jim could object green smoke began pouring out of Franks shoes. It soon

enveloped them completely and Jim noticed the temperature drastically change again as

the smoke blinded him. The smoke faded and Jim's ears were bombarded with a voice

over a loudspeaker speaking what he thought was German. It later turned out to be

French.

"Where are we now?" Jim asked, looking around for Frank, who seemed to have

disappeared. Jim examined his surroundings and found himself in a desolate subway

station. He wandered around a little, wondering if Frank had gotten lost on the way. He

heard a train approaching. Above the sound of the train he could hear Frank's voice

approaching in the form of a gleeful scream. The train pulled into the station and Jim

saw Frank hanging off the front with a wild grin on his face. He had added a white golf

shirt to his wardrobe and was evidently enjoying himself. As the train slowed Frank leapt


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off like a jungle cat and strolled over to Jim as if he was walking out of a convenience

store.

"Hey there." He said, doing up the buttons around his collar.

"What are we doing in Germany?"

"Switzerland." Frank corrected. "And we're waiting for the most evil man in the

world to step off the train."

"He's on that train?!"

"Not anymore." The train door opened and scores of people poured out. Jim's

jinn took Jim by the hand and pulled him roughly toward the crowd. Frank must have pulled rather hard because Jim noticed his feet lifting off the ground. Soon he noticed

that his feet couldn't touch the ground at all. By the time Jim realized that he and Frank

were shrinking they were perched on the right shoulder of a man in a business suit. Jim

was about to scream in uncontrollable fear when Frank slapped him in the face with such

a force as to throw him against their transportation's neck.

"What did you do that for?!"

"I thought you were about to scream out in uncontrollable fear."

"I was not." Jim said, rubbing his cheek. "What's going on? Where are we?"

"Well, I thought that this would be the best way to get to know the most evil man

in the world. I personally don't want to talk to the guy; from here he can't hear or see us.

We'll just watch him for a while."

And so they did. For hours they stayed in their invisible perch atop their host's

shoulder. They watched as he went to work. They watched as he ate his lunch. They

watched as he talked with friends, clients and other people he bumped into. Jim was


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anxiously waiting for him to flip out in crazy evilness or something. But it never

happened. Five hours from the time the jinn slapped his human companion Frank

decided they had seen enough.

"What the crap was that?" Jim asked in the coffee shop they retired to after their

long day of observations.

"No kidding." The jinn said. "Can you believe the nerve of that guy? I'm

surprised God lets that one walk around breathing!"

Jim was confused. "What? He didn't do anything bad. He was just acting like a

normal guy. What was so evil about him?""I keep forgetting that your brain is far too small to pick up the thoughts and

attitudes of others." Frank said this while gulping down a steaming mocha and chewing

on the last of his cigarettes. "You should have heard what was going on in his head."

"What?"

"Hate. Just pure hate. With everyone he talked to he was pulsating with hate. He

actually longs for the pain and sorrow of pretty much everyone he meets."

"How could that be? He was friendly with all those people."

"Only because society dictates that he must be friendly. You need to realize that

evil is not what you've thought it was. Evil starts in the heart. Sometimes it is allowed to

grow and exert its power outside through the body. Hitler wasn't the most evil man to

ever live, but his hate was given a lot more freedom than most. I tell you the truth, if that

man on whom we sat was ever given the same power that Hitler had there would be a

conflict far bloodier than WWII. I feel dirty just having listened to his hate-rants for the

last five hours. Evil, evil, evil."


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"But I saw him give money to the beggar."

"Yet you didn't hear what he was thinking at the time. He hated that beggar. He

actually had imagined how it would feel to strangle him to death with his bare hands!"

"I don't understand how he would be considered so evil if he didn't do any evil."

"He did do evil. The evil dwelling in his heart was enough to convict him. Evil,

evil, evil."

Jim computed this in silence over the next five minutes while Frank drank two

more caffeinated drinks. Frank stood, took out a few gold coins from his Tupperware hat

and tossed them on the table."Well, I'm outta here." He said, pulling a motorcycle out of his hat.

"What? You're leaving?"

"Yeah." Frank pulled his hat at the corners. It elongated and formed a helmet of

sorts. "I'm done. I have a few buddies I haven't seen in a couple hundred years. Lots of

catching up to do."

"But I only got two wishes!"

"And that's two more than you deserve. Don't worry. I'll drop you off at your

home on my way." Frank started up the bike. Green smoke poured out of the tailpipe.

As the smoke blinded Jim he felt something like a fist plunging into his gut. He fell

backward against a cold, dirt wall and slumped to the ground. He was back in the cave in

which he started.

"Whoa." Frank was nowhere to be seen. Jim picked himself up and walked out

of the cave. The weather was unchanged from when he entered. He was mildly

disappointed with his adventure and mused about that on the slow way home.


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"Why are you disappointed?" Said a voice beside him.

Jim jumped and turned to see Frank, standing gloriously beside him wearing

flowing silken robes and a great gold and red turban. "Holy crap!"

"Not at all. No crap is holy."

"What are you doing here?"

"I finished catching up and I decided to grant one more wish."

"How did you"

"Shut up and listen." Frank said gently. "You got something great and you

shouldn't feel bad if it turned out differently than you thought it would. You'll find mostthings that turn out for the best are way outside our best laid plans. You've got to realize

that the things you see and feel only represent a tiny percentage of what is reality. If you

don't grasp this you'll never be happy, holy or wise. Unless you're insanely brilliant you'll

never be able to judge things by their appearances. Remember these things because they

are very important: The things you desire most in life will often kill you. The things that

hurt you most are often the most helpful. Also remember that you and everyone else are

very sinful. The difference between you and Adolf Hitler is negligible compared to the

different between you and God. Lastly, only he can give you any amount of joy in this

life. Find him and don't let go. Trust me." With his last two words he started to sink into

the earth.

"Wait! Why did you tell me all this? What does that even mean?"

"I just granted your third wish." The path was at his waist now.

"I didn't even make it yet!"


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"I granted the wish that you would have made forty years from now had I not

talked to you. Bye bye!" He disappeared in the path, leaving a peach in the place he had

stood. Jim picked up the peach. He looked up at the sky and back at the peach. He

dusted it off, took a bite and started walking hope. Yep, he thought to himself, August is

the best time for peaches.

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