| Don�t believe a donkey�s word! (Easy) Most of Nasreddin�s neighbours were pleasant people. They were always ready to help each other when they were in trouble. But a woman lived in his street and nobody liked her. Because she interfered in other people�s business, and because she borrowed things from people and then forgot to give them back. Early one morning, Nasreddin heard a knock at this front door. When he opened it, he found this woman outside. �Good morning, Nasreddin,� she said. �I have to take some things to my sister�s house in the town today, and I have not got a donkey, as you know. Will you lend me yours? I will bring it back this evening.� �I am sorry,� answered Nasreddin. �I would like to lend it to you, but it is not here.� �Oh?� said the woman. �It was here last night, because I saw it behind your house. Where is it now?� �My wife took it into town early this morning,� answered Nasreddin. Just then the donkey brayed loudly. �You are not telling the truth, Nasreddin!� the woman said angrily. �I can hear your donkey. You should be ashamed of yourself because you are telling lies to a neighbour!� �You should be ashamed of yourself, not me!� shouted Nasreddin. How can you believe a donkey�s word and not a neighbour's. |
| Is it good manners to believe a donkey�s word? (Not so easy) Most of Nasreddin�s neighbours were pleasant people, who were always ready to help each other when they were in trouble; but there was one woman who lived in his street who was disliked by everybody because she was always interfering in other people�s business, and because she was always borrowing things from people and then forgetting to give them back. Early one morning, Nasreddin heard a knock at this front door, and, when he opened it, found this woman outside. �Good morning, Nasreddin,� she said. �I have to take some things to my sister�s house in the town today, and I have not got a donkey, as you know. Will you lend me yours? I will bring it back this evening.� �I am sorry,� answered Nasreddin. �If my donkey was here, I would of course lend it to you very willingly, but it is not.� �Oh?� said the woman. �It was here last night, because I saw it behind your house. Where is it now?� �My wife took it into town early this morning,� answered Nasreddin. Just then the donkey brayed loudly. �You are not telling the truth, Nasreddin!� the woman said angrily. �I can hear your donkey. You should be ashamed of yourself, telling lies to a neighbour!� �You are the one who should be ashamed of yourself, not me!� shouted Nasreddin. Is it good manners to believe a donkey�s word rather than that of one of one�s neighbours?� |
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