Learning to Fly
One time Nasruddin was leading his ass across a steep ravine when the donkey lost her footing and tumbled down the side of the mountain.
Nasruddin recounted the untimely and gruesome loss of his beloved donkey to the wags at the teahouse, remarking with damp eyes, “She took off decently, and true she didn’t fly all that well, but it wasn’t a bad effort. It was clearly her landing that needed the most improvement.”
Excerpted from The Uncommon Sense of the Immortal Mullah Nasruddin: Stories, Jests, and Donkey Tales of the Beloved Persian Folk Hero
