Fire in the Mouth In a moment the sun would set in the west. Nasreddin counted his money. “i’ve only got ten silver coins left,” he said to himself. “I have to go to the cheapest hotel in town.” Then he walked through the town. Every time he met a person, he asked if he knew the cheapest hotel in town. After considering some hotels, he decided to spend the night at the hotel in the corner. “What can I do for you, sir?” asked a woman behind the counter. “I want the cheapest room here,” answered Nasreddin. The woman, who was also the hotel owner, said, “You have made a wise decision, sir. We have the cheapest room with the best service in town,” bragged the woman. “How long will you stay?” she asked. “Just one night,” answered Nasreddin. “Just one night? Alright, one night is okay,” said the woman apologetically. “It’ll cost you 8 silver coins.” Nasreddin was relieved. It meant he still could get some breakfast the next morning. So he took the key and went to his room. When he was about to take off his clothes, somebody knocked at the door. He again opened the door. “What’s wrong?” he asked the hotel owner, who had knocked at his door. “Excuse me, you forgot to pay the bill,” said the woman. “Usually people pay the bill when they check out,” said Nasreddin. “In other hotels they do, but here they have to pay in advance,” urged the hotel owner. Then Nasreddin paid his bill. The woman smiled and added, “Sir, anytime you need our service, just knock on the counter outside, the servant will come out and help you willingly.” It was a very hot night. It was going to rain soon. Nasreddin was very thirsty. Then he walked outside to the lobby and knocked on the counter. He waited for the servant to help him. But nobody came out. He knocked on the counter loudly once again. Only silence followed it. He knocked again and again but no person came. Nasreddin could not stand his thirst. He felt as if there were fire in his throat. He shouted, “Fire, fire! Fire, fire!” All the sleeping guests woke up to hear his loud, cry and ran out in their various nightgowns and pyjamas. And the last person to come was the hotel owner. She came with a kettle in her right hand. “Where is the fire?” she anxiously asked. “Here” said Nasreddin, point to his mouth.