Just playing

He, who steals an egg today, will steal an ox tomorrow. Hunger develops imagination. This reminds me of a story:

Once, when Nasreddin was still a kid, his father sent him with a sack of wheat to the mill. There was a long waiting line. Nasreddin spent his time snatching handfuls of wheat from other people’s sacks and adding it to his own. This went on until the miller caught him.

“What do you think you do here!?” he shouted.

“Oh, sorry,” answered Nasreddin “I am such a fool! I imagined myself when I was a baby playing in the sand. In my distraction I was carrying wheat here and there.”

“Since you are a fool, why didn’t you take grain from your bag into the others’?”

“Excuse me,” replied the kid, “I am a fool, not an idiot.”