Every Friday morning, Nasrudin arrived in the market town with
an excellent donkey, which he sold.
   The price which he asked was always very small; far below the 
value of the animal.
   One day a rich donkey-merchant approached him.
   ‘I cannot understand how you do it, Nasrudin. I sell donkeys at
the lowest possible price. My servants force farmers to give me 
fodder free. My slaves look after my donkeys without wages. And
yet I cannot match your prices.’
   ‘Quite simple, said Nasrudin. ‘You steal fodder and labor. I merely
steal donkeys.’