Stealing Fruits
Nasredin was very poor. He didn’t
have any money to buy even some fruits. He knew that his neighbour had a rich
garden of fruit trees. But the garden was surrounded by a high concrete fence. Nasredin
climbed the fence and jumped into the garden. He climbed up the most fruitful
tree. He picked some fruits and put them into his bag. Suddenly someone said,”Hi,
sir. What are you doing up there? This is my garden, don’t you know?”
Nasredin was afraid and ashamed. He answered,”A
big cyclone swept me here, sir. I don’t know what to do.”
The man was smiling and said,”I’m
sorry to hear that. But why do you pick my fruits?”
“When the cyclone swept me into this
garden, I lost my balance and tried to hold something. And I could only reach
the fruits,”Nasredin answered.
“Really?” the man said,”Then why are
they in your bag?”
Nasredin answered,”Well, that’s what
I’m thinking about now. Why are they in my bag?”
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