"I had a marvelous dream, Father!" said Nasruddin's son. "You and I were standing in a field, and angels descended from heaven, singing your praises because you are so virtuous and generous. Then you looked at me and asked me if I needed anything, and I told you I needed three silver coins."
"Did I give you the coins?" asked Nasruddin.
"Yes!' the boy said fervently. "You gave me three silver coins."
"Well, since you are such a good boy," said Nasruddin, "you can keep the coins I gave you."
Nasruddin's son is sly, but not more sly than Nasruddin.
Inspired by: Classic Tales of Mulla Nasreddin retold by Houman Farzad, and translated by Diane Wilcox
Notes: This story is on p. 82 of the book.
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