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.’