Nasrudin Goes Fishing
- A kind-hearted fellow was walking through Central Park
in New York and was astonished to see Nasrudin with a
fishing rod in hand, fishing over a beautiful bed of red
"Tsk Tsk!" said the passerby to himself. "What a sad
sight. That poor old man is fishing over a bed of
flowers. I'll see if I can help." So the kind fellow
walked up to Nasrudin and asked, "What are you doing,
"Fishing sir." said Nasrudin.
"Fishing, eh. Well how would you like to come have a
drink with me?"
Nasrudin put his rod away and followed the kind
stranger to the corner bar. He ordered a large glass of
wine and a fine cigar.
His host, the kind fellow, felt good about helping the
old man, and he asked, "Tell me, old friend, how many
did you catch today?"
Nasrudin took a long drag on the cigar, blew a
large smoke ring in the air, and replied,
"Well sir, you are the sixth today!"