Last night I had a dream in which I was telling the following
Once upon a time in Russia, the Tsar owned a magnificent handmade
clock. It covered almost an entire wall, and was marvelously
ornamented, with two accompanying decorations, resembling religious
icons, to be hung on the wall flanking it.
There was a merchant who coveted the clock, and one day, unable to
resist any longer, he hired some thieves to break into the Tsar's
palace and steal the clock, which he then hung in his own home.
The very next day, who should happen by but the Tsar himself, with
his retinue and bodyguards. Of course it would have been
unforgivably rude to turn away that Tsar, so the merchant
reluctantly invited him in.
The Tsar gazed at the clock on the wall. “That is a magnificent
clock,” he said at last. Not knowing what else to say, the merchant
“I have one just like it,” said the Tsar.
That was the punch line.