Nasrudin lost a beautiful and costly turban.
   ‘Are you not despondent, Mulla?’ someone asked him.
   ‘No, I am confident. You see, I have offered a reward 
of half a silver piece.’
   ‘But the finder will surely never part with the turban, 
worth a hundred times as much, for such a reward.’
   ‘I have already thought of that. I have announced that 
it was a dirty old turban, quite different from the real one.’