Indian and Genie
An Indian man has spent many days crossing Montana without water.
His horse dies of thirst. He’s crawling through the grass, certain that he has breathed his last, when all of a sudden he sees an object sticking out of the ground several yards ahead of him.
He crawls to the object, pulls it out of the dirt, and discovers what looks be an old brief case. He opens it and out pops a genie….
But this is no ordinary genie. He is wearing a Bureau of Indian Affairs badge and dull grey suit. There’s a calculator in his pocket. He has a pencil tucked behind one ear. “Well, kid,” says the genie. “You know how it works. You have three wishes.”
“I’m not falling for this.” says the man. “I’m not going to trust a B.I.A. employee.”
“What do you have to lose? You’ve got no transportation, and It looks like you’re a goner anyway!”
The man thinks about this for a minute, and decides that the genie is right.
“OK, I wish I were on a lush reservation with plentiful food and drink.” ***POOF***
The man finds himself on the most beautiful rez he has ever seen, surrounded with jugs of Rum and platters of delicacies.
“OK, kid, what’s your second wish.”
“My second wish is that I were rich beyond my Chiefs wildest dreams.” ***POOF***
The man finds himself surrounded by treasure chests filled with rare gold coins and precious gems.
“OK, kid, you have just one more wish. Better make it a good one!”
“Ok, I wish I would be desired and loved by everyone?” ***POOF***
He is changed into a crunchy chocolate bar.
The moral of the story? If the B.I.A offers you anything, for sure someone is going to have to deal with some nuts.