Once when Nasruddin was traveling through India, a tiger attacked him. Nasruddin climbed a tree to escape, but the tiger followed up after him. Nasruddin climbed; the tiger climbed.
Just as Nasruddin was about to give up hope, the tiger was distracted by a bird on the branch. As the tiger reached its paw out to snatch the bird, it fell out of the tree.
Nasruddin waited several hours and then cautiously climbed back down to the ground where he found the dead tiger.
"Look at that!" Nasruddin exclaimed. "I never suspected I was such a talented hunter of tigers."
Inspired by: The World of Nasrudin by Idries Shah, free to read online at the Idries Shah Foundation.
Notes: This is story #210 in the book. In the end of Shah's story Nasruddin takes the tiger skin as a trophy; I subsituted Nsaruddin's praise of his tiger-hunting skills.
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