Mulla Nasrudin




Why ask me?

   Nasrudin was riding along one day when his donkey took fright
at something in its path and started to bolt.
   As he sped past them at an unaccustomed pace some country-men
called out:
   ‘Where are you going, O Nasrudin, so fast?’
   ‘Don’t ask me,’ shouted the Mulla, ‘ask my donkey.’