Mullah Nasruddin was dreaming that someone was paying him out gold pieces, counting out nine, but the Mullah insisted on a ten. While was arguing, he was awakened by a sudden noise in the street. Recognizing that that he had been dreaming, Mullah Nasruddin quickly closed his eyes, and, closing his hand said, "Very well, my friend, have it your way. Give me nine."
adapted to make sense from http://forums.penny-arcade.com/discussion/131886/seven-year-old-vinegar/p5 (no need to go there, i'm just giving credit where credit is due.) there's also:
"Thief, thief! Someone has stolen my camel!" cried Nasrudin.
Finally after the commotion was quietened someone observed, "But Nasrudin, you have no camel."
"Shhh..." said Nasrudin, "I am hoping the thief is unaware of this and the camel will be returned."
and ...
Nasrudin sat on a river bank when someone shouted to him from the opposite side: "Hey! how do I get to the other side?"
"You are on the other side!" Nasrudin shouted back.
at a certain point, hearing a new joke is unusual - it just doesn't happen. i'm surprised to find a few new ones in one shot. there's something about stories and jokes ... and about the role of the fool - maybe i'll wiseacre some - give me a few days, eh?
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