Nasruddin looked out the window, and in the moonlight he saw something, or someone, moving. It looked like a ghost raising its arms, dancing some kind of strange dance.
Terrified, Nasruddin grabbed his bow and shot an arrow at the ghost. "Got it!" he shouted. The arrow had pinned the ghost to a tree.
But when Nasruddin rushed outside to investigate, he saw that he had shot his own cloak which his wife had washed and hung on the clothesline to dry.
"Praise God!" said Nasruddin. "If I'd been wearing the cloak, I would have killed myself with that arrow!"
Inspired by: The Wit and Wisdom of Nasraddin Hodja by Nejat Muallimoglu
Notes: This story is on p. 7 of the book.
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