The plane arrives in Dubai at ten o clock in the morning. Victoria Stitch feels very hot. She feels even hotter when she steps outside so she puts on her striped hat and sunglasses.
Victoria Stitch takes Pink Rabbit to the mall. 'You can buy anything in Dubai,' she tells him.
and arabic lamps...
ice cream shops (they had a chocolate, raspberry and apricot banana split)...
Pink Rabbit follows her into a cluttered looking shop full of wooden camel ornaments, lanterns with coloured glass in them, decorative coffee pots and pashminas.
On her way out she stops to look at an Arabic oil lamp. When the shop keeper isn't looking she lifts off the lid and peers into it nosily.
Victoria Stitch is not alarmed. She naughtily steps right into the lamp pulling Pink Rabbit and the patterned rug with her.
The inside of the lamp is deceivingly spacious and not at all gloomy. Sitting on a chair surrounded by burning incense is a little fat genie.
The genie sighs as if he is bored with the whole procedure of dealing out wishes to demanding customers.'
'One wish.' he corrects her. 'The rules have changed since the days of Aladdin.
Victoria Stitch is never adverse to having to take tea. So she sits down and helps herself to some sickly smelling rosewater tea from an intricate silver teapot.
'I've thought of a good one,' says Victoria Stitch. 'I want you to turn my Arabic patterned rug into a flying carpet!'
The genie sighs. 'Not very original,' he mutters. 'But as you wish...'
There is a puff of smoke and the rug begins to unroll itself and wiggle on the ground.
Victoria Stitch picks up the rug and climbs out of the lamp.
Pink Rabbit looks terrified. The rug twitches.
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