Once upon a time, there was an old fisherman. He went fishing very early every morning but never cast his net more than four times a day.
One morning, he went out early to the sea. He cast his net for the first time and drew in the body of an animal. He cast it a second time and drew in an old basket full of sand. He cast it a third time and drew in a lot of stones. It seemed he would have nothing to take home that morning.
Day had now broken, and he cast his net for the last time. After a while, he began to draw the net in. He found it was very heavy, but there were no fish in it. Instead, he found a jar with a lid. He shook the jar but heard nothing. So he took off the lid and looked inside, seeing nothing. After a while, a light smoke came slowly out of the jar. Little by little, the smoke grew heavier and thicker until finally it turned into a terrible Genie!
"Get down on your knees," said the Genie, "for I'm going to kill you."
"Why? Didn't I set you free from the jar?"
"That's why I'm going to kill you, but I'll let you choose how you're going to die."
"But why?"
"Listen, and I will tell you my story."
"I was one of the spirits in heaven. But I did not want to obey Solomon's orders. So one day, he put me in this jar and threw it into the sea.
"During the first hundred years of my stay in the sea, I promised that if anyone set me free, I would make him very rich. But no one came. During the second hundred years, I promised that if anyone set me free, I would show him all the treasures in the world. But still no one came. During the third hundred years, I promised that if anyone came to set me free, I would make him king over the earth.
"Still no one came. Then I became very angry and decided that if anyone should set me free, I would kill him at once. Now you have come and set me free. So you must die, but I will let you say how you want to die."
The fisherman was not frightened. He said: "Since I must die, I must. But before I die, answer me one question."
"All right, but be quick."
"Were you really in the jar? You are so big and the jar is so small that it could hardly hold one of your feet."
"Of course I was in the jar. Don't you believe me?"
"No, and I won't until I've seen you in the jar with my own eyes."
When he heard this, the Genie changed into smoke. Slowly the smoke went back into the jar. When all of it was in the jar, the fisherman quickly put the lid on and threw it back into the sea.