The price which he asked was always very small; far below the value of the animal.
One day a rich donkey-merchant approached him.
"I cannot understand how you do it, Nasrudin. I sell donkeys at the lowest possible price. My servants force farmers to give me fodder free. My slaves look after my donkeys without wages. And yet I cannot match your prices."
"Quite simple," said Nasrudin. "You steal fodder and labour. I merely steal donkeys."
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(1) Mon Sep 19 2005 22:32 PST ACK Comes Alive:
Story from my Mulla Nasrudin book:
Every Friday morning, Nasrudin arrived in a market town with an excellent donkey, which he sold.
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