Nasreddin was sitting by a window in his house one
day in the middle of winter, when he heard woman outside crying.
He put his
head out of the window, and saw a lot of people coming towards his house.
They
were carrying a dead man, and the woman were crying, “ Oh, why are you leaving
us to go to a place without a fire, without food? It will be dark there, and
you will be cold and hungry. Nobody will look after you, nobody will be kind to
you, and nobody will love you there!”
“
My God!” said Nasreddin to his wife. “ They are talking about our house. They
are bringing the dead man here! Quick, lock the door! Don’t let him in!”