Dec 312025
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The Sheik of Somewhereland had a son, of whom he was very fond. One day, the son had to go on an errand, and the Sheik lent him his best, fastest and favorite donkey to help his son do his errands.
It was taking the son a while, and the Sheik sat in the verandah of his, albeit well-appointed air-conditioned comfortable, tent and waited for his son’s arrival. Now the Sheik, aging, had failing eyesight, so he would ask anyone passing, “Can you see my son yet?” Everyone would say no. Frustrated, the Sheik would exclaim, “But I can see what looks like my donkey.” The person so addressed assured him politely, “No, my Sheik, that’s only your well.” Away from the Sheik, they all pitied the Sheik for not being able to tell his own ass from a hole in the ground.
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