Nasruddin was praying outside one night. "O God" he cried, "please reward me for my devoted service. I'm asking for a hundred gold coins, and I'll accept nothing less."
Nasruddin's neighbor heard this and, as a joke, he tossed down a bag containing some coins.
"Praise God!" Nasruddin exclaimed when he opened the bag and saw the money.
"Wait a minute!" shouted the neighbor. "You said you'd accept nothing less than a hundred gold coins. There's nowhere near that much in the bag."
"Since God kindly gave me this much now," Nasruddin shouted back, "he can owe me the rest."
Inspired by: The Best Anecdotes of Nasreddin Hoca by Kemal Yorenc
Notes: This story is on p. 52 of the book. In the usual story, there are ninety-nine coins in the sack, but it was easier to tell without having Nasruddin count the coins; the joke still works even with just a little money in the sack. In this version, Nasruddin takes his neighbor to court: What's His Is Mine.
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