Nasruddin was far from home without any food, and he was hungry. Very hungry.
Suddenly, an old man ran up shouting, "My son needs a doctor!"
"I'm a doctor!" said Nasruddin. They went to the old man's house and into the son's room. Nasruddin told the sick man's wife to cover him with blankets and put his feet in ice water.
Nasruddin was enjoying a bowl of lamb stew in the kitchen when the old man came in, weeping. "My son has died!"
"How sad!" said Nasruddin. "And if you hadn't fed me that stew, I might have died too!"
Inspired by: The World of Nasrudin by Idries Shah, free to read online at the Idries Shah Foundation.
Notes: This is story #150 in the book.
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