A boy from Vietnam was opening a new stall to sell eggs in L.A.. He paid a coin to his friend, a sign painter.

“Please write ‘Fresh Eggs Sold Here,’”said the boy. The friend did, but then he looked at the sign and said, “Of course your eggs are fresh, you don’t need to write that,” and he erased Fresh.

And,” continued the friend, “everyone can see that you are here, you don’t need that word.” So he erased Here.

“Now,” said his friend, “nobody in the market gives away eggs, so why even write the word sold?” He erased Sold.

“Look,” finished the friend, “even a fool can see from your baskets that you are selling eggs. Better erase Eggs, too.” So he did. Then he walked away happily with his coin, leaving the boy with his eggs, a big frown, and a very blank sign.

An American, a Russian, and an Indian were working together once in a metal factory. One day, the American made a good, sharp sword blade and showed it proudly to the others. Next, the Russian went to his workbench, sculpted a wonderful sword handle, and attached it firmly to the sword.

The Indian, not knowing what else he could add, thought for a moment, then quickly picked up the sword and carved across the blade in large letters, “Made in India.”

Once in Osaka, a group of young men stood talking. All of a sudden, a man rushed up to them, looking quite terrified.

“Save me, save me!” he cried.

“What’s wrong?” someone asked.

“The bun seller is coming and I’m so, so scared of buns. Please help me. Don’t let him see me.”

The young men looked at each other, much amused. One pointed to a shack with thin walls and said,  “Go hide in that old house.” The man thanked him, ran quickly to it, and disappeared within. Soon after, a seller with boxes of buns rode by on a bike.

“Let us have a little fun,” suggested one of the men. “We’ll buy all the buns and throw them at that coward. ”

The others laughed and rushed to buy buns. Each man held several buns as they formed a circle around the hut. Then, one at a time, each tossed a bun through one of the many holes and windows there. Every time a bun went in, they heard a “AAAHHH” or “HELP” or some such satisfying noise. At last all the buns were gone, all thrown in with many a frightened sound heard in reply. But suddenly, it was too quiet. No sound came from the house. The young men looked worried.

“Perhaps we went too far,” said one.

“I do hope we didn’t scare him to death,” whispered another.

“We’d better check and see if we can save him,” suggested the bravest man. Slowly he went toward the old door. Still no sound could be heard inside. With his heart beating too fast, he finally pushed open the door and looked in.

There sat the man afraid of buns. But he did not look frightened, he looked most contented and very full. With a smile, he brushed off the last crumb from his mouth.

“Ah, those buns were indeed fearful,” he said looking up at them. “Thank you for your help. And now, I’m so, so scared of a good, hot cup of tea.”

A little boy wanted Rs.50 very badly and prayed for weeks, but nothing happened.
Finally he decided to write God a letter requesting the Rs.50.
When the postal authorities received the letter addressed to God, INDIA,
they decided to forward it to the President of India as a joke.
The President was so amused, that he instructed his secretary to send the little boy Rs.20.

The President thought this would appear to be a lot of money to a little boy,
and he did not want to spoil the kid.

The little boy was delighted with Rs.20, and decided to write a thank you note to God,
which read: “Dear God: Thank you very much for sending the money.
However, I noticed that you sent it through the Rashtrapati Bhavan in New Delhi,
and those donkeys deducted Rs.30 in taxes …�