Where the light is better
Fatima came across Nasruddin in the living room scooting around on his hands and knees, with his turbaned head bumping around, searching intently. She asked, “What are you looking for, Nasruddin?”
“I lost my ring in the basement.”
“Then why are you looking for it up here?”
“I looked for it down there, but it was so dark there that I couldn’t see a thing. Since I knew the light here is better, I came upstairs. I still can’t find it, so next I’ll go outside, where the light is even better, and maybe I’ll find it there.”
