or "The king who divined his fortune"
A king who was also an astrologer read in his stars that on a certain day and at a particular hour a calamity would overtake him. He therefore began to stockpile all manner of raw ingredients such as flour and eggs and milk and posted numerous guardians outside, stacking the materials from floor to ceiling until he could no longer leave the warehouse he had built-up. By this time he was beginning to have second thoughts about the whole matter, but he could no longer conceive of any means of escape.
Then one day a Sufi, passing by, looked in through one of the remaining small openings, took in the situation and called to the King:
'Friend, if you wish to escape, you must first of all use some of these provisions to bake me a cake.'

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