The policeman felt a cold breeze blowing all over his skin. He looked down and saw that he was naked. His hands cramped up, at the same time his head felt heavy, his body was covering itself with coarse hairs. He tried to speak but an inhuman sound like the cross between a dog's bark and a cow's moo came out. In his mind the policeman could only think of a broken SpeakNSpell. He glared in terrified anger at the genie.
"Oh, my! Not what you meant by mounted policeman? I have been trapped in that lamp so long. I did think it an odd wish, but it has been granted now, so all you have to do is rub the lamp with your hand and speak your new wish succinctly."
The former man is on four hooves now with antlers growing out of his skull. He is rubbing the lamp with his snout and making loud noises.
"Oh, dear. I am sorry, I can only grant wishes to humans. My dear former man, you are now a deer. A 15 point buck from the look of it. Your will make a handsome mounted trophy once you've been properly shot, and taxidermied. I think Deer Season started a few days ago, didn't it?"
The deer is fully upright, it scans the area listening and looking all around.
Bang. Whoosh.
A bullet whizzes by. The stag sharply turns, lowers its head and hooks the lamp on one of the prongs of its antlers, and bolts away from the gunfire. Your lamp dangles from his antlers as he runs, and your smoky lower half drags your upper torso through the air in his wake. Wow, you're flying.
You find your body smoking and shrinking as you retreat back into your lamp, which sways madly back and forth from the buck's horns.
You whine, "But I thought I'd stay out of this lamp until his wish was complete? I wanted to see him shot stuffed and mounted!"
As you whoosh back into your metal prison, you swear you hear distant laughter. Once back inside, you notice your big screen TV is monitoring a buck with a huge set of antlers struggling with branches in the nearby woods.
A couple young hunters come upon the trapped animal, as it bellows pleading for its life. Sadly, one of the hunters raises his gun, he says, "At least a 10 pointer, maybe 300 lbs. It'll be expensive, but I'm going to have this beaut fully mounted, not just his head."
Bang!
The TV screen goes blank.
The deer sags. You can hear the men talking outside your lamp. The carefully cut away the foliage from the dear and lower it to the ground. It's too big for them to carry as is, so one cuts open its belly to empty out his guts, and unwanted organs. What remains is still over 200 lbs. Their truck is fortunately nearby. They struggle with the transformed policeman, there is a clanking noise as the lamp falls from the antlers, as the deer carcass is loaded into the back of their pickup truck.