Nasrudin decided to sell firewood, and bought a milkman’s horse cheaply
to help him in his rounds. The horse knew his old round, and stopped after
every few houses and neighed loudly. People came out with milkcans and
reviled the Mulla when they found that he was only carrying firewood.
   Finally, Nasrudin could stand it no longer, and he shook his fist at the horse,
saying: ‘Let us get this settled once and for all: Who is selling, you or me?
You neigh to announce the firewood, and they attack me for not bringing the milk.’