Nasruddin's bull had horns like a crescent moon, and he dreamed of grabbing those horns and sit on that bull's head. One day, he saw the bull sleeping in the field. He crept up and sat down on the bull's head, grabbing a horn in each hand.
This woke the bull immediately, and he bucked and reared. Nasruddin held on as long as he could, but then the bull threw him off and Nasruddin landed in the brambles. He was battered and bruised, with scratches from the brambles.
"But at last," he said to himself happily, "I achieved my dream!"
Inspired by: Nasreddin Hodja compiled by Alpay Kabacali.
Notes: This story is on p. 20 of the book.
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