“I have decided to give you a test,” he said. “Whoever proves himself to be the wisest shall inherit my fortune.” “Oh my God,” the eldest son said. “I had no idea you were sick.” “Here is my test,” the old man said. “Go to the market and bring me back an item which is small enough to fit in my pocket but large enough to fill up my room. Whoever can do this will inherit my land.” The middle son rubbed his father’s shoulder. “Dad, please, we can worry about all this stuff later. Let’s just enjoy these final moments together as a family.” “The answer requires a leap of logic,” the father hinted. “Dad, come on,” the eldest son said. “We’d be happy to split the money. There’s no need for this.” “I have the solution,” the youngest son said. He was a little out of breath, because he had sprinted to the market and back. “It’s a matchstick,” he said. “That’s correct,” the father said. “It is small enough to fit in my pocket, but when I strike it, it fills the room with light.
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