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Chapter 13: Tricks and Teeth

The shaman told the tribe of the malevolent spirit, showing them the lamp it was trapped in, so they would know precisely what it looked like. However, midway through the explanation, he dropped it.

Inside the lamp, Norm winced. Hitting the ground like that hurt, especially when coupled with someone lecturing about how "malevolent" he was when really Norm did not see how he was malevolent in the least. The humans were malevolent. They used him for their own ends. He didn't use them for his own ends. Though again, maybe he could…

Norm grinned. Now that was an idea!

He didn't know how to use it, but still…

Norm glanced at the floor of his lamp. Apparently, the drop had dislodged one of his teeth. He rolled his eyes. That was just another reason to be mad at the humans. Norm hoped they wouldn't drop it again.

He picked up the tooth, figuring that maybe he could magically put it back in later.

Outside the lamp, a tribe member accidentally rubbed it.

"I'm Norm, and I'm not malevolent," said Norm as he swirled out of the lamp. "Honest!"

The human, who was named Elam, spotted the tooth that the malevolent spirit was holding. He wondered whose tooth it was. If it was a human's tooth, the spirit was probably controlling that human. If it was the spirit's tooth, Elam guessed that the shaman could probably use it to control the malevolent spirit. Elam preferred option two. If it were option one, the tribe would probably be in deep trouble.

"Why are you staring at my tooth like that? What's your problem?" asked the malevolent spirit with annoyance.

Elam smiled. It was the spirit's tooth!

"Give me that!"

"Sorry, but no," replied the spirit. "You have to wish for it. Why do you want my tooth anyway?"

"I wish I had your tooth."

Norm grinned. The human wanted his teeth, did he? Well, he could do that.

GONG!

His tooth appeared in the human's mouth. Norm laughed.

The shaman glared at the malevolent spirit. Now, he had concrete proof that the spirit was indeed malevolent.

Norm saw the look in the shaman's eye and winced. He could tell that now the shaman would have no qualms about ruining his reputation. Not that he had any qualms about ruining Norm's reputation before, but he now knew he was right.

Norm decided that he'd have to be subtler with his next tricks, or do them somewhere that he didn't have a reputation. The second thing wasn't under his control. He'd have to go with the first.

Maybe the second could be under his control though, if he subtly tricked the human into wishing his lamp belonged to another tribe.

"Wish the malevolent spirit back into his lamp before he harms us even more," commanded the shaman.

Norm face-palmed. Was one tooth "harm?"

"I wish your tooth was out of my mouth," said the human that had rubbed his lamp.

GONG!

Norm's tooth popped out of the human's mouth and under the desert sands.

"Wish granted," he said. "What next?"

"I wish you were back in your lamp."

GONG!

Norm was sucked back into his lamp.