The Magic Lamp on the Tenth Hole

Harvey was having the worst round of his life. After slicing his ball into a deep sand trap on the tenth hole, he began hacking away in frustration. On his third swing, his wedge hit something metallic. He reached down and pulled out an old brass lamp. As he brushed off the sand, a genie appeared in a cloud of purple smoke.

"I will grant you one wish," the genie boomed. "But be warned, whatever you get, your golfing rival, Fred, will get twice as much."

Harvey didn't even hesitate. "I want to have a professional-level golf swing for the rest of my life."

"Done!" the genie proclaimed. "But remember, Fred will now have a swing twice as good as yours. He will break every record in history while you just play well."

Harvey smiled, looking completely satisfied. "That’s perfectly fine with me, Genie."

The genie was puzzled. "You don't mind that your rival will be twice as successful as you?"

Harvey shook his head and started walking toward the next tee. "Not at all. I forgot to mention that my second favorite hobby is bee keeping, and I’m about to go give Fred a friendly little pat on the back."