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Nasreddin Hoja was dreaming that someone had counted nine gold pieces into his hand, but Hoja insisted that he would not accept less than ten pieces. While he was arguing with the man over one gold piece, he was awakened by a sudden noise in the street. Seeing that his hand was empty, Nasreddin Hoja quickly closed his eyes, extended his hand as if he was ready to receive, and said, "Very well, friend, have it your way. Give me nine."