A duke is hunting in a forest with his men-at-arms and
servants when he comes upon a tree. Archery targets are
painted all over it, and smack in the middle of each is
"Who is this incredibly fine archer?" cries the duke. "I
must find him."
After continuing through the forest for a few miles, he
comes across Mullah Nasrudin carrying a bow and arrow.
Nasrudin quickly boasted that it was he who shot the
arrows plumb in the center of all the targets.
"You didn't just walk up to the targets and hammer the
arrows into the middle, did you?" asks the duke
"No my lord. I shot them from 100 paces. I swear it by
all that I hold holy."
"That is truly astonishing," says the duke. "I hereby
admit you into my service and will honor you. But I must
ask one favor in return. You must tell me how you came
to be such an outstanding shot."
"Well," said Nasrudin, "first I fire the arrow at the
tree, and then I paint the target around it."