Nasruddin and his wife lived next door to a beautiful young widow. She was, in fact, very young. And very beautiful.
One night, Nasruddin dreamed about that young widow. "You are so beautiful," he said to her in his dream. "I cannot help but want to kiss you. May I kiss you... kiss you... kiss you..."
His muttering awakened his wife. "Nasruddin!" she shouted, not being used to such passionate kisses from her husband. "What on earth are you doing?"
Nasruddin stared at his wife. "I'm not sure, my dear," he answered sleepily. "You probably need to ask our neighbor."
Inspired by: The World of Nasrudin by Idries Shah, free to read online at the Idries Shah Foundation.
Notes: This is story #32 in the book.
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