{"id":5231,"date":"2010-08-26T21:37:27","date_gmt":"2010-08-27T04:37:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.candlelightstories.com\/2010\/08\/26\/childrens-story-the-ketchup-bottle-genie\/"},"modified":"2010-08-26T22:01:27","modified_gmt":"2010-08-27T05:01:27","slug":"childrens-story-the-ketchup-bottle-genie","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/candlelightstories.com\/Blog\/2010\/08\/26\/childrens-story-the-ketchup-bottle-genie\/","title":{"rendered":"Children’s Story: The Ketchup Bottle Genie"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>By Mark L. Glosser<\/strong><\/p>\n

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The Ketchup Bottle Genie<\/h2>\n

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\u201cHey,\u201d Eric yelped as he watched his younger brother Ian shake a huge glob of ketchup onto his sandwich. \u201cYou emptied the bottle. What am I supposed to put on my hot dog?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMom got another bottle,\u201d Ian mumbled as he stuffed half the sandwich in his mouth, Go look in the refrigerator.\u201d<\/p>\n

Eric stomped to the refrigerator and pulled out a weird shaped-bottle. \u201cGenie Ketchup Company? I never heard of this brand,\u201d said Eric as he unscrewed the lid.<\/p>\n

A moment after the lid came off; all the ketchup in the bottle squirted to the ceiling, and started to spin like a tornado.Eric and Ian dove under the table.<\/p>\n

A flash of light momentarily blinded them.\u00a0 When their vision cleared they saw a man with long, black hair floating in mid-air. His red pants barely fit over his bulging belly, and his white shirt was splattered with ketchup.<\/p>\n

Peeking out from under the table Eric asked in a trembling voice, \u201cWho are you?\u201d<\/p>\n

The strange visitor floated down from the ceiling and looked under the table. \u201cI\u2019m the Ketchup Bottle Genie. Haven\u2019t you heard of me?\u201d<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d said Eric.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy are you living in a ketchup bottle?\u201d asked Ian. \u201cI thought genies lived in magic lamps.\u201d<\/p>\n

Wiping a tear from his eye the genie said, \u201cOne day at genie school I accidently said the wrong spell and turned the principal into a frog the size of an elephant. To get even, when I graduated from school, he gave me a ketchup bottle to live in instead of a magic lamp.\u00a0 People laugh when they see me come out of a ketchup bottle.\u201d<\/p>\n

Pausing, the genie blew his nose in a large, blue handkerchief. \u201cI wish I was famous like the genie in Aladdin\u2019s lamp.\u00a0 Then people wouldn\u2019t laugh at me. That hurts my feelings and makes me angry.\u201d<\/p>\n

Without thinking, Eric laughed, \u201cMaybe you can get a job selling ketchup at a supermarket.\u201d<\/p>\n

The genie jumped to his feet and pointed his finger at Eric, \u201cI told you I don\u2019t like being laughed at.\u00a0 You\u2019ll be sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n

The genie disappeared into the ketchup bottle.\u00a0 An instant later a puff of smoke surrounded Eric\u2019s head.\u00a0 When the smoke cleared, Eric\u2019s eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw his face in the mirror. His nose had turned into a big, green pickle.<\/p>\n

In a trembling voice, Eric spoke into the ketchup bottle, \u201cI apologize for laughing.\u00a0 Please turn my pickle back into a nose.\u201d<\/p>\n

The genie stuck his head out of the bottle, \u201cIf you want me to give you back your nose help me become famous so people won\u2019t laugh at me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Eric said, \u201cWhat if we take you to school.\u00a0 You can tell everyone there about your adventures.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay,\u201d said the genie.\u00a0 The next morning, a moment after Ian, Eric and the genie walked\u00a0 in the school door, a voice said, \u201cHold it right there!<\/p>\n

They spun around. Miss Lambert, the meanest teacher in the school, scowled over the top of her glasses and stared at the genie. \u201cYou don\u2019t belong here. You\u2019re not a student, and you\u2019re not Ian\u2019s and Eric\u2019s father.\u201d Go away!\u201d<\/p>\n

The genie glared at Miss Lambert and walked out the door muttering some strange sounding words.<\/p>\n

Moments later Miss Lambert crinkled her nose and said, \u201cWhat\u2019s that awful smell?\u00a0 Something smells like rotting garbage.\u201d\u00a0 For the rest of the day, Miss Lambert tried to figure out where the smell was coming from. No one dared say it came from her.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour idea didn\u2019t work,\u201d the genie grumbled to Eric when they got home.<\/p>\n

\u201cI hope you like pickles because I\u2019m not giving you back your nose.\u00a0 Maybe the next time you meet a genie you won\u2019t laugh at him. I\u2019m leaving.\u201d<\/p>\n

Eric absentmindedly scratched his pickle and thought fast.\u00a0 Then he had a brainstorm.\u00a0 But, he would need the genie to grant him one wish to make it happen.<\/p>\n

When the genie heard Eric\u2019s plan he knew he would be famous.\u00a0 No one would laugh at him anymore. The genie was so excited he immediately gave Eric his nose back, and granted Eric the one wish he needed for his plan to work.<\/p>\n

A few minutes later, Eric and Ian walked to the window and waited.\u00a0 Eric smiled when, just as he had wished, a truck from the television station parked in front of the house and a famous reporter climbed out.<\/p>\n

His plan was working.<\/p>\n

A few weeks later Eric and Ian turned on the television to watch the new hit show everyone was talking about.<\/p>\n

The show was called, The Adventures of the Ketchup Bottle Genie.\u00a0 Now everyone in the world knew about the Ketchup Bottle Genie. He was famous.\u00a0 No one laughed at him anymore.<\/p>\n

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The End<\/p>\n

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“The Ketchup Bottle Genie<\/em>” Copyright \u00a9 2010 by Mark L. Glosser, All Rights Reserved<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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