Missive #433 Published 24 January 2025
71. Nasruddin the Nightingale
Nasruddin had broken into an apricot orchard and climbed a tree.
As he was stuffing his pockets with apricots, the owner of the orchard discovered him.
“What are you doing up in that tree?” the man shouted.
Nasruddin said nothing.
“I repeat: what are you doing up there?”
“Are you talking to me?” asked Nasruddin.
“Yes, you!”
“I’m just a nightingale,” said Nasruddin. “This tree is my home.”
“If you’re a nightingale, sing!” said the man.
Nasruddin sang. He sang very badly.
“You don’t sound like a nightingale!”
“I’m a young nightingale,” said Nasruddin. “I’m still just learning to sing.”