"Go to the market and buy some meat for tonight's stew!" said Nasruddin's wife.
"I'm tired," he complained, but he went to the market.
Later on she said, "Bring in some firewood!"
"I'm tired," he groaned, but he brought in the firewood.
Next she told him, "Fetch some water!"
"Didn't you hear me say I was tired?" he moaned, but he brought the water.
"Come eat dinner!" she said.
"I can see there's no point in telling you how tired I am," Nasruddin sighed, and then he raced to the dinner table so fast he almost tripped over his robes.
Inspired by: Mulla's Donkey and Other Friends by Mehdi Nakosteen
Notes: This story is on p. 50 of the book.
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