Nasrudin climbed into someone’s kitchen and started filling a
sack with everything that he could lay his hands on.
   A gardener saw him and came running. ‘What are you doing here?’
   ‘I was blown here by a high wind.’
   ‘And who uprooted the vegetables?’
   ‘I caught hold of them to stop myself being swept along.’
   ‘And how does it come that there are vegetables in that sack?’
   ‘That is just what I was wondering about when you interrupted me.’