had no matches, he asked Ole for a light.
"Ya, shure, I tink I haff a lighter," he replied. Then reaching into his
tackle box, he pulled out a BIC lighter 10 inches long.
"Yiminy Cricket!" exclaimed Sven, taking the huge BIC lighter in his hands.
"Vhere did yew get dat monster??"
"Vell," replied Ole, "I got it from my Genie."
"You haff a genie in yor tackle box?" Sven asked.
"Ya, shure, right here in my tackle box," says Ole.
"Could I see him?"
So Ole opens his tackle box and sure enough, out pops the genie. Addressing
the genie, Sven says, "Hey dere! I'm a good friend of your master. Vill you
grant me vun vish?"
"Yes, I will," says the genie.
So Sven asks the genie for a million bucks. The genie disappears back into
the tackle box leaving Sven sitting there, waiting for his million bucks.
Shortly, the sky darkens and is filled with the sound of a million ducks,
flying overhead. Over the roar of the million ducks, Sven yells at Ole, "I
asked for a million BUCKS, not a million Ducks!"
Ole answers, "Ya, I forgot to tell yew, Sven, da genie is hard of hearing.
D'yew really tink I asked fer a 10 inch Bic?"
