Trotting his donkey along a road one day, Nasrudin saw
some beautiful flowers by the wayside. He dismounted
to pick them, and when he returned with his posy found
that someone had stolen his cloak from the back of the donkey.
'Very well,' said Nasrudin, 'I shall have your saddle instead - 
Fair is fair.'
He got on the donkey and placed the saddle on his own back.