A man came across a lamp in the sand. When he picked it up and rubbed it, a genie emerged. The genie said, “I will grant you three wishes.”
The man thought for a moment and said, “For my first wish, I wish I had a thousand wishes.”
The genie said, “Done. You had a thousand wishes, but no longer. What’s your next wish?”
The man cursed and became visibly upset, but since he still had two wishes, he let it go. “For my second wish, I wish I have a thousand wishes.”
The genie snapped his fingers and a mailbag filled to the brim with letters appeared in front of him. “Done. Here are a thousand wishes from people the world around! What is your last wish, Master?”
The man’s face grew red and he cursed and stomped his feet in anger. He yelled, “No more tricks! For my third wish, I wish I can make a thousand wishes!”
The genie nodded and said, “Very well. I endow you with the ability to make a thousand wishes. But whether they are granted or not, I cannot say. Goodbye.”
And with that, the genie dissipated.
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