The Sheik’s White Donkey
I was traveling with a sheik in the desert. The sheik was a dignified old man, and the donkey he rode was dignified too. And the command of the sheik was the only law that the men of the caravan obey.
One day, l lost a bag with 80 piece of gold in it. I was so worried that I went to see the sheik and told him my trouble. The sheik sat in silence, stroking his beard. Then he promised me to help me to find my bag.
However, the sheik did nothing until after dinner. He dressed in his finest clothes and then told his attendant with a dignified voice to bring all the men in.
After that, he told them the severity of steeling, especially from a guest. Then he told them his donkey is a direct descendant from the donkey that their prophet rode. And it could tell him who have stolen my bag. Then he demanded each man to enter into the rent to pull donkey’s tail along. And when the thief touched the tail, the donkey would cry.
At last, when the last man went in and came out of the tent, there was no sound. Then all the men were in a row again, and the sheik demanded them to hold their hands out in front of them, with palm up. Then he bent his back and laid his face on each of the man’s palms. Suddenly, he found the thief, and it was correct.
After ha had given the bag to me, I was eager to know more about the miracle, and then he told me on condition that I should not tell any of his men. The fact was that he put some mint at the donkey’s tail and each man’s hand has the smell of the mint except the thief.