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Prince Haraz gasped. His mouth fell open. Mr. Lambchop worried that he might faint. ” he asked. ” The genie spoke softly. “But nobody ever used a wish for the sake of a genie. ” said Mrs. Lambchop. Prince Haraz rubbed his eyes. “What a fine family this is,” he said, beginning to smile. “I thank you all. ” His smile enormous now, he shook hands with each of the Lambchops. The last shake was with Stanley, and the genie was already a bit smoky about the edges. By the time he let go of Stanley’s hand, he was all smoke, a dark cloud that swirled briefly over the little lamp on the desk, then poured in through the spout until not a puff remained.
Where was I? Oh, yes …” He glanced at the Askit Basket. ” The basket vanished. “Just the Liophant now,” he said. Everyone looked at the Liophant, who was sitting up now in the corner, scratching behind his lion ears with his elephant trunk. Stanley patted him, and the Liophant licked his hand. ” Mrs. Lambchop said. ” “Then send him where it’s like that,” Stanley said bravely, patting again. The Liophant vanished halfway through the pat. For a moment no one spoke. “Good for you, Stanley,” Mr. Lambchop said softly.
To all of us, my dear, you are the most important person we know,” said Mr. Lambchop. “Arthur, you are as strong as you were yesterday. ” The genie sipped the last of his hot chocolate. “Where was I? Oh, yes …” He glanced at the Askit Basket. ” The basket vanished. “Just the Liophant now,” he said. Everyone looked at the Liophant, who was sitting up now in the corner, scratching behind his lion ears with his elephant trunk. Stanley patted him, and the Liophant licked his hand. ” Mrs. Lambchop said.