A fishmonger ran into her cousin, a flower-seller, in the marketplace. "You've sold all your fish, and I've sold all my flowers. Come have dinner with me!" she said. "You can stay the night."
The fishermonger accepted gladly.
She left her fishbasket at the door of her cousin's house.
They had dinner, and then they went to bed.
During the night, the poor fishmonger tossed and turned. The smell of flowers was suffocating!
She finally went and got her fishbasket, putting it in the bed beside her. Smelling the familiar smell of fish, she was able to go to sleep.
Inspired by: Tales and Parables of Sri Ramakrishna
Notes: This is story 17 in the book. You can find out more about Ramakrishna at Wikipedia.