A man named Nasruddin sits in the center of a market in 13th century Turkey. Nasruddin is weeping, crying great tears.
A platter of peppers is spilled out on the ground in front of him. Steadily, methodically, he picks up pepper after pepper and pops them into his mouth. He chews each pepper thoroughly, deliberately. All the time he's chewing he's weeping and wailing and crying copious tears.
"What's wrong, Nasruddin?" his friends ask with worried voices.
Tears pour from Nasruddin's eyes as he gasps his answer, "I'm looking for a sweet one."
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