“I will count again,” he said, and this time there were nine.
Just then Abu Ali saw his friend Musa walking along the road. “Musa,” he called. “Help me to count my donkeys. I keep losing one. When I stop to count I have only eight, but when I get down looking for the ninth, there he is again!”
“Well, I can see ten donkeys, Abu Ali,” laughed Musa. “And the tenth donkey’s name is Abu Ali.”
One day, an old man stood up on a bus halt. He looked waiting for something. Then he asked a young man near him, “excuse me, what time is the bus to Jakarta?”
The young man answered, “ 5 minutes later”. “What about the bus to Bogor?”, the old man asked again. “It is around 10 minutes later”. The young man answered briefly.
“The young man then asked the old man, “where are you going to go, sir?”. “I just wanna cross this street. I’m afraid the buses hit me”, the old man answers and then walked crossing the street.