Nasrudin went through the village, shouting: ‘I have lost my saddlebag. Just find it’, he continued in a thunderous voice, ‘or else…’ Alarmed, people went in all directions to look for the bag. Eventually it turned up. ‘What would you have done, Mulla,’ someone asked, ‘if we had not found it?’ ‘I would have made myself another one out of some material which I have in my workshop.’