Another disciple brought their master a plate of baklava, and he didn't want Nasruddin to eat any.
"This is from our master's enemies," he told Nasruddin. "I suspect it's poisoned, so don't touch it!"
The disciple left, and Nasruddin couldn't resist. He grabbed the baklava, but he dropped the plate. Crash!
The other disciple rushed in to see what had happened and found Nasruddin down on all fours, eating baklava.
"I dropped the plate!" Nasruddin confessed. "In my shame, I wanted to die, so I'm eating as much of the poison as I can."
Inspired by: The World of Nasrudin by Idries Shah, free to read online at the Idries Shah Foundation.
Notes: This is story #156 in the book. I've seen this story told about schoolchildren and their teacher, but I like this version in Shah's book with Nasruddin as the disciple of a sage.