One day a man stopped Birbal in the street and began narrating his woes to him.<br><br>
"I've walked twenty miles to see you," he told Birbal finally, "and all along the way people kept saying you were the most generous man in the country."<br><br>
Birbal knew the man was going to ask him for money.<br><br>
"Are you going back the same way?" he asked.<br><br>
"Yes," said the man.<br><br>
"Will you do me a favor?"<br><br>
"Certainly," said the man. "What do you want me to do?"<br><br>
"Please deny the rumor of my generosity," said Birbal, walking away.<br><br>
"I've walked twenty miles to see you," he told Birbal finally, "and all along the way people kept saying you were the most generous man in the country."<br><br>
Birbal knew the man was going to ask him for money.<br><br>
"Are you going back the same way?" he asked.<br><br>
"Yes," said the man.<br><br>
"Will you do me a favor?"<br><br>
"Certainly," said the man. "What do you want me to do?"<br><br>
"Please deny the rumor of my generosity," said Birbal, walking away.<br><br>
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