Mulla Nasrudin and one of his friends
were lying on the green grass beside a country road. Above them was the warm
sun. Birds were singing in the trees. It was quiet, restful, and a peaceful
scene.
"Boy," said the Mulla,
"right now I would not change places with anybody not for a million
dollars."
"How about five million,
Mulla?" asked his friend.
"No, not even for five
million," said the Mulla.
"Well," said the other,
"how about one dollar?"
Mulla Nasrudin sat up.
"WELL," he said, "THAT'S DIFFERENT. NOW YOU ARE TALKING REAL MONEY."
