A championship wrestler from Nasruddin's hometown had won a nationwide wrestling championship, and so he organized a feast in his own honor. Nasruddin was in attendance, along with all the other people of the town.
"I demolished the competition!" the wrestler announced to his guests. "The victory was all mine!"
The guests cheered him loudly, all except Nasruddin.
"Do you doubt my prowess?" the wrestler asked him.
"I'm not sure what to think," Nasruddin replied, "Tell me about your opponents."
"Pipsqueaks! Dimwits! Weaklings! Wimps!" the wrestler shouted.
"What glory can there be then in defeating such unworthy rivals?" asked Nasruddin.
Inspired by: The World of Nasrudin by Idries Shah, free to read online at the Idries Shah Foundation.
Notes: This is story #17 in the book.
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