(
sufi,
Nasrudin Stories)
Just suppose
The Mulla was walking down the street deep in thought, when some urchins began to throw stones at him. He was taken by surprise, and besides, he was not a big man.
"Don't do that, and I will tell you something of interest to you."
"All right, what is it? But no philosophy."
"The Emir is giving a free banquet to allcomers."
The children ran off towards the Emir's house as Nasrudin warmed to his theme, the delicacies and delights of the entertainment...
He looked up and saw them disppearing into the distance. Suddenly he tucked up his robes and started to sprint after them. "I'd better go and see," he panted to himself, "because it might be true after all."