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The jealous courtiers

King Akbar was very fond of Birbal. This
made a certain courtier very jealous. Now,
this courtier always wanted to be chief
minister, but this was not possible as
Birbal filled that position.
One day Akbar praised Birbal in front of
the courtier. This made the courtier very
angry and he said that the king praised
Birbal unjustly and if Birbal could answer
three of his questions, he would accept
the fact that Birbal was intelligent. Akbar
always wanting to test Birbals wit readily
agreed.The three questions were

1. How many stars are there in the sky
2. Where is the centre of the Earth and
3. How many men and how many women
are there in the world.

Immediately Akbar asked Birbal the three
questions and informed him that if he
could not answer them, he would have to
resign as chief minister.To answer the first question, Birbal
brought a hairy sheep and said .There
are as many stars in the sky as there is
hair on the sheep's body. My friend the
courtier is welcome to count them if he
likes.

To answer the second question, Birbal
drew a couple of lines on the floor and
bore an iron rod in it and said this is the
centre of the Earth, the courtier may
measure it himself if he has any doubts.

In answer to the third question, Birbal
said Counting the exact number of men
and women in the world would be a prob-
lem as there are some specimens like
Our courtier friend here who cannot easily be classified as either. Therefore if all people like him are killed, then and only then can one count the exact number.

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