It had been a long time since Ali had been out of the bottle so what it was like in the outside in the other world that he had not been allowed to be part of in a long time. He knew he had been left dusty on a shelf and moved a couple of times and finally finding a spot on the counter. He could see out of the bottle if he wanted too, he just never bother to look, what was the point.<br/><br/>Honestly it had been so long since he had someone he just quite looking out of the bottle and just lived with his green and black walls. Every once in awhile he changed the walls inside of the bottle out of sheer boredom. The last time he was outside there were not a lot of buildings and everything was still pretty simple. After all the years he was not surprised when he felt his bottle being moved, until he took a moment to listen to the voices outside of his bottle.<br/><br/>Before he knew it Ali was being carried out of the building, and not very carefully if you would ask him. Why do people have to carry his bottle like they were carrying around a bottle of booze? Ali just held on tight trying not to be thrown all over the bottle while this woman walked. Where in the hell was she taking him? Could they please get this over with so he could return to some other person’s dusty old shelf? Ali lay back closing his eyes patiently waiting for the woman to rub the damn lamp so he could get the wishes done and be on with his life.<br/><br/>Before he knew it the woman had finally come to a stop and he moved across the pillows that were strung all over the place and looked out through the side of the bottle he was noticing that they were in a forest area. Why did she come here, did she not have a place of her own? Before Ali knew it she had dropped his bottle on the ground causing him to be thrown down and bumping his head. ‘That clumsy little chit’, Ali thought to himself. Now his bottle is all dirty and muddy and she was just leaving him there. Why had she not picked him up? “Hay you stupid thing, pick me out of the dirt.” Ali yelled from his bottle knowing she could not hear him. He finally caught a view of who he was talking too. A damn deer! She dropped him in the dirt for a damn deer. That was ridiculous he thought as he was fuming. When she picked him up he gave a sigh of relief because he hated the fact that his bottle was dirty. But he knew that in order to clean it she would have to wipe it off and then they could finally get this over with.<br/><br/>Finally when the girl picked up the bottle she started to wipe off the bottle only to cause black smoke to swirl out of the bottle. Because Ali had been a little irate at how she had treated his bottle he caused the smoke to twirl around her before he landed in front of her. “Don’t you know how to treat your property with respect?” Ali snapped. “Well Mistress you rubbed the lamp, three wishes if you don’t mind so I can go back into the bottle.” Ali stated with no emotions or anything.