An artist was hunting a spot where he could spend a week or two and do some work in peace andquiet. He had stopped at the village tavern and was talking to one of the customers, Mulla Nasrudin, about staying at his farm.
”I think I’d like to stay up at your farm,” the artist said, ”provided there is some good scenery. Is there very much to see up there?”
”I am afraid not ” said Nasrudin. ”of course, if you look out the front door you can See the barn across the road, but if you look out the back door, you can’t See anything but mountains for the next forty miles.”