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Post  skechers on Wed Dec 01, 2010 11:00 am

rubs the lamp

Why, whoever rubs the lamp or the ring. They belong to whoever rubs the lamp or the ring, and Timberland UK they've got to do whatever he says. If he tells them to build a palace forty miles long, out of di'monds, and fill it full of chewing gum, or whatever you want, and fetch an emperor's daughter from China for you to marry, they've got to do it—and they've got to do it before sun-up next morning, too. And more— they've got to waltz that palace around over the country wherever you want it, you understand.
Well, says I. I think they are a pack of flatheads for not keeping the palace themselves stead of fool-
ing them away like that. And what's more—if I was one of them I would see a man in Jericho before I would
Timberland drop my business and come to him for the rubbing of an old tin lamp.
How you talk, Huck Finn. Why, you'd bat to come when he nibbed it. whether you wanted to or not.
What, and I as high as a tree and as big as a church? All right, then; I would come; but I lay I'd make that man climb the highest tree there was in the country.
Shucks, it ain't no use to talk to you. Huck Finn. You don't seem to know anything, somehow— perfect sap-head.
I thought all this over for two or three days, and then I reckoned I would see if there was anything in it. I got an old tin lamp and an iron ring and went out in the woods and rubbed and rubbed till I sweat like an Injun, calculating to build a palace and sell it; but it warn't no
Timberland Boots use. none of the genies come. So then I judged that all that stuff was only just one of Tom Sawyer's lies. I reckoned he believed in the A-rabs and the elephants, but as for me I think different. It had all the marks of a Sunday school.


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