It was a winter day, bitter cold, and snow was falling. Walking down the street, Nasruddin ran into the local judge, who was dressed in a fine fur coat.
"Greetings, Nasruddin," said the judge. "I can't help but notice that you're wearing that shabby, threadbare coat, but you don't seem to feel the cold at all. While here I am, dressed in my fur coat with my hat and my gloves, and I'm still freezing! How is it that you are not cold?"
"When a man is wearing all his clothes," replied Nasruddin, "he can't afford to be cold."
Inspired by: The World of Nasrudin by Idries Shah, free to read online at the Idries Shah Foundation.
Notes: This is story #61 in the book. I've also assigned in the number T0464. The story also appears in the later Aesopic tradition: Camerarius 444.
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