A few more Naseruddin stories you’ve told me on your way back from Samarkanda.

Once Naseruddin was about to fall into a large fountain, and a passer-by saved him at the last moment. Then, every time they met, the man reminded Naseruddin how he had saved him from getting drenched in the water. Finally, unable to bear with him any longer, the Mulla took his friend to the fountain, got into the water up to his neck, and shouted: ‘Now I am as wet as I would have been if I had never seen you! Will you leave me in peace now?’

A disciple asks Naseruddin why he is blowing on his hands.
     - To warm them up, of course.
After a little while, Naseruddin fills up a bowl with hot soup and starts blowing on it. The disciple asks again:

- Why do you blow on the soup?
- To cool it, of course.
- And how it is that you blow to warm up in one case and to cool down in another?
- Because my hands are not my soup.

Once Naseruddin asked a rich man for money.

- What do you want it for?
- To buy an elephant.
- If you have no money, how will you maintain the elephant?
- I have asked you for money, not for advice.

Naseruddin had two wives, one much older than the other.
‘Which of us you love more?’, asked the older wife.
‘I love you both equally’, answered Naseruddin wisely.
‘If both of us were caught in a shipwreck in the sea, which of us would you save first?’
‘You know how to swim, don’t you?’ answered Naseruddin.

Naseruddin had lost his donkey. While he was looking for it, he kept repeating, ‘Thank God, thank God.’

- Why do you thank God?’ people asked him.
- Because if I had been riding my donkey, I would have been lost myself.’

On another day, Naseruddin lost his donkey again, but was doing nothing to find it. People told him:

- You need your donkey, because you are always represented with your donkey, and without it nobody will recognise you.
- That means that my donkey is famous because of me.
- Exactly so.
- Then go and tell my donkey that if it does not come back, it’ll get none of the fame it gets with me, and it’ll come back at once.

Once a man asked the Mulla to write a letter for him. ‘Where is the letter to be sent?’ asked the Mulla. ‘To Bagdad’ answered the man. ‘But I cannot go to Bagdad’ objected the Mulla. ‘You don’t need to go to Bagdad, only the letter will go’ explained the man. But Naseruddin explained in his turn, ‘My handwriting is very bad, so I will have to go to Bagdad to read it our to them.’