Nasruddin bought himself a new donkey. It was a very rare white donkey. Everyone admired it. Nasruddin loved it. Wherever he went, he went on his donkey.
Soon everyone knew about Nasruddin’s white donkey. They all agreed what a handsome donkey it was.
But it happened that a neighbour of Nasruddin’s was going to marry a girl in the next village. He wanted to arrive at his wedding in style. And he thought people would be very impressed if he showed up riding on a white donkey.
So he visited Nasruddin, to see if he could borrow the donkey.
Nasruddin didn’t much like the idea. The road to the next village wasn’t in good condition. He was worried that his beloved donkey would injure itself.
“What do you think, Nasruddin?” asked the neighbour. “Can I borrow the donkey?”
Nasruddin shook his head. “I’m sorry but it’s not here,” he said, “My son rode to the bazaar on it this morning. And he’s not back yet.”
Just at that moment, the donkey brayed loudly from the back of the house.
“It is here,” said the neighbour. “I just heard it.”
Nasruddin stared at the man. “What do you mean?” he asked.
“That sound just now. That was your donkey braying.”
“No it wasn’t,” said Nasruddin.
“It was,” his neighbour told him.
Nasruddin stared at the man for a moment. Then he asked, “Look. Who are you going to believe? Me or a donkey?”