There was what would be next, a series of sales kiosks among various things, there was a row of magic carpet sellers, each one had their price, due to the fact that it looked like they were merchants with a lip to steal or even even to outmaneuver the unsuspecting, passing by each stall, where they sold or traded, they heard the conversation of a man who would be from the sands of the desert who said that the rug sold two hours ago did not work.
- Is he deaf by any chance? – One of them asked. – I bought it yesterday, but it doesn't do anything, it doesn't levitate, it doesn't get up, it doesn't move. - He said.
- Turns out you should be on top of him like that. – The man who was a Djinn in a turquoise turban stood on the furry rug and said, then. – I order you to levitate, I wish you to fly to the right. - He said. – I want it to go down. – Every command he said and the rug did it. – When you go to walk in it, make command as I wish, dream and order, do not sleep on it, because if yo
