Where Is My Donkey
Everyone in the village got pilgrimage fever and everyone got busy packing up some traveling clothes and food for the road. All except for Nasrudin, who watched them laboring away. Soon, all of the village: the men, women, and children, were heading out to Mecca. They were singing songs and shouting with great excitement about how they were off to find God.
They got about one mile away, when Nasrudin suddenly riding up on his donkey, shouting about some terrible emergency. They caught the donkey and made him tell them what the problem was.
I’m trying to find my donkey! Where is my donkey?
Why, Nasrudin, you’re sitting on top of your donkey, answered the villagers.
Oh really. Is that so? And why are you all going on a pilgrimage to find God?
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