The Pastor, the Monk, and the Imam
A pastor, a Buddhist monk, and an imam were driving through the countryside when their car broke down. They hiked to a nearby farmhouse and asked the farmer if they could spend the night.
The farmer said, “You’re welcome to stay, but I’ve only got room for two of you inside. One will have to sleep in the barn.”
The monk said, “No problem. I’ll take the barn. I’ve slept under trees and on temple floors—this’ll be luxury!”
A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. It was the monk.
“Sorry,” he said, “but there’s a cow in the barn, and in my faith, cows are sacred. I just can’t do it.”
The imam said, “That’s alright. I’ll go. I’ve camped in the desert—I’ll be fine.”
A few minutes later, another knock. It’s the imam.
“There’s a pig in the barn,” he said. “My faith forbids me to stay near it.”
The pastor rolled his eyes. “Fine. I’ll go. Somebody’s gotta get some sleep tonight.”
Ten minutes later—another knock. The farmer opened the door…
and there stood the cow and the pig.
