Asleep on His Feet
One night, Luqman, the town watchman, found Nasruddin prying open his front window.
“Mullah, what are you doing sneaking into your own house?” asked Luqman. “Are you locked out?”
“Shhhh!” whispered Nasruddin. “They say I sleepwalk, so I’m trying to spy on myself, to find out for myself if they are right.”