"Even though I complain sometimes,", it said, "I day-dream a lot of the time I will have when someone uncorks me.

 

The drunkard, with a little nudge, uncorked the bottle. He looked inside for something, anything; there was nothing. On his shoulders came a tap and he nudged this too trying to examine the bottle for some small object that he hasn't been able to see. The tap persisted and when he didn't respond, it became a push.

 

The drunkard reeled forward and turned to find an old man with a long beard. "Who-who are you? And why did you push me?", he asked.

 

"I'm an old man caught in a still older world but in the worlds of men, they call me a genie."

 

The drunkard asked him what a genie is.

 

The genie took a rose from his pocket and gave him a smile with it.

 

"Why are you giving this?"

 

"As long as this rose is wet and alive, I will do anything you want. If you want me longer, you have to get another one before this fades away."

 

The drunkard replied, "There can be only one Kate Winslet. Where am I going to find another one?"