Ali could not believe this woman was making him walk through all the wet and sloppy grass that was around them.  He was used to lush and lavish surroundings of the homes he was usually in.  Most of the people that came across his bottle had more money than the gods it seemed and they always wanted more.  As long as Ali gave them what they wanted, he was provided with woman by the loads.   The one thing that Ali hated was they never wanted to set him free, just pass him around from one friend to another.  Then eventually he ends up lying on some shelf somewhere until the next.  But of course could he not get that again, at least that life was somewhat bearable.<br/><br/>Then here comes his new mistress who lives as far from civilization as one could possibly live and she claims to not want anything and has everything.  Looking around at everything and being rather disgusted.  He was about to say something to her about everyone wanting something when he noticed some kind of power coming from her hand and he gave out an audible sigh.  Another witch, he really hated witches and maybe that was why he was instantly rude with the woman, but then he was usually rude to all women more than men.  “Living in a place like I can totally see why you don’t want anything.”  Ali said sarcastically.<br/><br/>Ali had started to undo his clothes just to spite this woman when she took his bottle and threw it in a pile of moss, “You damn wench, that bottle is old than Methuselah.”  He yelled and went to pick it up off of the ground materializing a rag to wipe it off.  “Can you not have respect for items?”  He snapped.  “No I don’t like listening to myself talk; you are just refusing to listen to me.”  Ali said as he began to walk back and forth and glanced back at her, “I don’t know how to be grateful, I have spent hundreds of years trapped in that bottle and know nothing else anymore.”<br/><br/>Ali was not sure if she had listened to him or not because when he turned around and she was walking away from him and into a house that seem to materialize in front of his eyes.  He had a hold of his bottle and was walking towards her as she walked towards the house.  He had to admit knowing her for the few minutes that he did this was the perfect place for her to live.  Typical witch style he thought from stories that he had read over the years.  Even though he was not sure what year they were in, she had yet told him.  He noticed that she thought he was just going to leave when she just walked into and attempted to close it in his face.<br/><br/>If the inside of her house was as eccentric as the outside this was going to be a very interesting glance around.  “Hope you realize that until you make those wishes I cannot go anywhere, and unless you wish me dead my bottle has to stay near you or in a place you reside.”  Ali stated when he walked into her house.   Now that he thought about it once he was inside, it was like her house had been carved out of the lovely oak that had been outside.  Ali was remembering there used to be a time he loved to be out in the woods, back when his life was carefree and he only had to worry about his kingdom in which his parents ruled.<br/><br/>Once inside Ali quickly cleaned his clothes by a snap of his fingers, he was a prince after all and should have a little more respect for people’s property, even if it didn’t look like it was a place to live.  Ali glad sat down on the couch she had leaning into the pillows that were there and could not help but laugh a little, “Almost as comfortable as the couch in the bottle.”  He saw she had some fruit and he gladly magically stole an apple and began to eat it as he watched her.  “So now that you are stuck with me, what shall I do for you?”  Ali asked between bites, “I must do anything you ask, accept leave.”