A poor Jew is going to see the rabi: Rabi, rabi, I can't do it anymore. I live with my wife, my five children and my mother-in-law in one room.
Ahem, the rabi answers. I see. You have to take the goat inside also.
But, rabi..
Take the goat inside and come see me in one week.
So the poor Jew takes the goat inside and, a week later, comes to see the rabi.
Oy, rabi, what did you tell me to do!!! I cannot live like this anymore, not even a day.
And the rabi answers: Now take the goat out and come see me tomorrow.
And so he does. The next day he comes to the rabi.
So?
Oh, rabi, it's so nice at my place now... We all have plenty of room!
No, my boys are not goats.
I was just thinking of this story the other day. For much the same reason.
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