The pot
Nasrudin borrowed a pot from his friend. The next day, he gave the friend back the pot, plus another smaller pot. The friend looked at the small pot, and said, "What's that?" "Your pot gave birth while I had it," said Nasrudin, "so I am giving you its child." The friend, happy to receive the bonus, did not ask another question. A week later, Nasrudin once again borrowed the original pot from the friend. After a week passed, the friend asked Nasrudin to return it.
"I can't," said Nasrudin.
"Why not?" the friend asked.
"Well," Nasrudin answered, "I hate to be the bearer of bad news…but your pot has died."
"What?" the friend asked with skepticism. "A pot can't die!" "Well, you believed it gave birth," said Nasrudin, "so is why is it that you can't believe it died?
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A bird saved my life
Nasrudin was walking through the desert, and spotted a foreign holy man. Nasrudin went and introduced himself, and the holy man said, "I am a mystic devoted to the appreciation of all life forms--especially birds."
"Oh, wonderful," Nasrudin replied. "I am a Mulla, and I would like to stay with you for a while so we can share teachings. And guess what-a bird saved my life once!"
Delighted to hear this, the mystic agreed to share company with Nasrudin. As they shared their teachings, the mystic constantly asked to hear about how a bird saved Nasrudin's life--but each time Nasrudin refused to tell the story.
One day, after the mystic pleaded and pleaded to hear the story, Nasrudin finally agreed.
"OK, here is how the bird saved my life," Nasrudin began explaining while the mystic intently listened. "One day about six years ago, I had not eaten for a long time and was about to starve to death. Then I caught a bird and ate it."
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