This is an old story, its origins date back to ancient Persia. I was taught this and many others in the oral traditions of pre-written society. As an experiment i wrote it dawn to see if the qualities of oration could be transcribed on to paper. after many years i feel that some of the feeling of the oration translates.
There was a great chef that was famous in all the land. He made food that even rajahs and kings sought after and paid immense sums to enjoy. Now in his hometown he hade a wonderful restaurant which obviously brought many costumers. One particular man that adored the chef more then anyone else was a poor homeless beggar. Obviously this beggar did not have enough money even to venture into the restaurant but every day he would sit out side smelling the delicious cuisines that were served inside. This minuscule pleaser alone was the only thing he had to sustain his willingness to live. Though he was only able to smell the food he gratefully enjoyed every bit of it. Now the news of this ragged poor-man eventually reached the chef. Furious at hearing this he immediately confronted the beggar demanding that he pay for the food he had smelled. The beggar pleaded with the chef begging him to let him stay even though he had not enough to pay. Even more enraged the chef insisted this be taken up with the Mullah. Mullah Nasrudin was heed of the town and was in charge of resolving all conflicts. As the chef and beggar come before the mullah the chef explained the predicament to the mullah and stated his confidence that the mullah would favor the chef. Mullah Nasrudin slowly pondered the situation. After a while he asked the beggar to give him all the money the beggar owned. Heartbroken the beggar slowly reached into the inner folds of his ragged robes. With great care and sadness he handed the mullah the treasured and nearly empty moneybag. Calmly Nasrudin held the bag up to the chef’s face and shook it. Mullah Nasrudin then said “the sound of money for the smell of food.”
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