SORRY, I’M WRONG

One evening Nasreddin attended a party in his town. The party ended at 10 o’clock at night. It was a long distance from the place where the party was held to Nasreddin’s house. If Nasreddin took the usual street, he would have come home very late. So, Nasreddin took a shortcut through a cemetery.

When he was in the middle of the cemetery, he saw a group of people riding horses toward him. Nasreddin thought that they were robbers who just started their robbery. As he was afraid of them, he ran and hid in a newly dug grave. The grave would be used to bury a corpse the next morning.

The group of horsemen saw a head stuck out from a grave. They were curious and stopped beside the grave.

“How are you?” said one of them.

Nasreddin turned round to see the men. He answered, “Don’t worry, I’m one of the dead bodies buried here.”

“Can a dead body wake up at night?” asked the man again.

“Yes,”

“What for?”

“To get fresh air,” Nasreddin answered.

Then men laughed together. One of them said, “Do dead men need air?”

“Yes, you are right. Sorry, I’m wrong,” Nasreddin answered. He lay down again in the grave.