A woman had been married for ten years and could not conceive. Her husband, following the ruling that a childless marriage of ten years permits divorce, declared his intention to send her away.
She agreed, on one condition. Let me take with me whatever I choose from the house — whatever pleases me most.
He accepted. A generous man.
That evening she prepared a feast and poured the wine freely. She watched her husband drink until he fell asleep at the table. Then she called her servants and had them carry him — still unconscious — back to her father's house.
When he woke, confused and hung over, he demanded to know where he was and why.
You said I could take whatever pleases me most, she answered. In all our house, I found nothing that pleased me more than you.
The story ends with their reconciliation. Gaster's Exempla (No. 196, 1924) preserves the tale, which tradition traces to Shir HaShirim Rabbah 1:4. A marriage of ten years had dulled what the husband could see. It took a legal loophole — and a wife willing to haul him home like a piece of furniture — to remind him what he was already holding.