While searching for a particular anecdote I came across this particular one from Tony De Mello's The Song of the Bird (could not but vibe with it, having been in similar situations in my class room, on several occasions)...
Nasruddin earned his living selling eggs. Someone came to his shop one day and said, “Guess what I have in my hand.”
“Give me a clue,” said Nasruddin.
“I shall give you several: It has the shape of an egg, the size of an egg. If looks like on egg, tastes like an egg and smells like an egg. Inside it is yellow and white. It is liquid before it is cooked, becomes thick when heated. It was, moreover laid by a hen...”
“Aha! I know!” said Nasruddin. “It is some kind of cake!”
The expert misses the obvious! The Chief Priest misses the Messiah!
Nasruddin earned his living selling eggs. Someone came to his shop one day and said, “Guess what I have in my hand.”
“Give me a clue,” said Nasruddin.
“I shall give you several: It has the shape of an egg, the size of an egg. If looks like on egg, tastes like an egg and smells like an egg. Inside it is yellow and white. It is liquid before it is cooked, becomes thick when heated. It was, moreover laid by a hen...”
“Aha! I know!” said Nasruddin. “It is some kind of cake!”
The expert misses the obvious! The Chief Priest misses the Messiah!
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