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Here again 3 more stories to ponder over…..
A young boy developed what could only be called a sandwich phobia. Any time he saw a sandwich he would tremble with fear. His mother was so upset about this, she took him to a therapist who said, “The phobia is easily removed. Take the lad home and let him see you make sandwich from beginning to end. This will dispel any silly notions he has about a sandwich and he’ll stop trembling and screaming.”
This is just what the mother did. She took two slices of bread in her hands and said, “Are you afraid of this?” The boy said, “No,” She showed him the butter. Was he afraid of that? No, he wasn’t. She let him see her spread the butter over the bread. Next came the lettuce. Was he afraid of that? No, he wasn’t. The lettuce was placed on the bread. How about the tomato slices? Anything to be afraid of there? No, there wasn’t. So those went on top of the lettuce. Any fear of the bacon strips? No fear; none at all. So those went on top of the tomato slices.
Now she held one piled up slice in each hand and show the slices to the boy. Still no fear. But the moment she brought the two slices together form a sandwich he shrieked, “Sandwich! Sandwich!” and began to tremble and be very frightened.
The doctor bent over the lifeless figure in bed. Then he straightened up and said, “I am sorry to say that you husband is no more, my dear.”
A feeble sound of protest came from the lifeless figure in bed: “No, I’m still alive.”
“Hold you tongue,” said the women. “The doctor knows better than you.”
A neighbour came to borrow Nasruddin’s donkey.
“It’s out on loan.” Said Nasruddin.
At the moment the animal began to bray from within its stable.
“But I can hear it bray,” said the neighbour.
“So whom are you going to believe, the donkey or me?”
ENOUGH FOR THE DAY…… see you in next edition..