Nasrudin was tying his turban when the wind caught the cloth and carried it away. ‘What a shame!’ lamented his friend. ‘That was a beautiful piece of Indian muslin.’ ‘I should never have trusted my careless head with it. That is the third turban it has lost this week,’ said Nasrudin.
The World of Nasrudin
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