I Dream of Jeannie
Chapter One
Jeannie's sister was bored, as usual. "I have nothing to do. Same old humdrum life, same humdrum master. He wishes for a limo, a palace, new girls for his harem, same old, same old."
On an impulse she blinked in an American magazine. It's main story was " Colonel Nelson, from Bridgeport to the Moon."
"Why, Major Nelson darling, did you have to marry that square sister of mine." Jeannie's sister fumed. She read the article. It talked about Nelson having been married to the very attractive Mrs. Jeannie Nelson for about twenty years. They had one son, Tony Jr, age 17.
"Hmm," said Jeannie's sister. "Let me see this nephew of mine. It is interesting, me being a aunt. I am not nearly old enough, darling. I am not ready to be an old fuddy duddy yet. I am not even 3000 years old."
She blinked in a photograph of Colonel Nelson and his son. "He photographs. He's just a mortal, a fuddy duddy, like his father." Genies, as everyone knew, couldn't be photographed. She looked closer at the picture, Nelson was in perfect focus. So was the office in the background. The picture of his son (blond and blue eyed like his mother) was out of focus and blurred.
"I wonder," Jeannie's sister said to herself. She looked at Tony Nelson Sr. again. "I have not tried to steal him from my sister for quite awhile. It is not too late to make a jet setter out of him. I could take him to nightclubs, and party on yachts, and have a wonderful time. When I get tired I can keep him in that bird cage I blinked for him. Once and for all I will be able to prove who is the best genie in this family. And I know just how to do it."