The King of a Middle Eastern fiefdom advertised for a new chief swordsman. But after a year, only three applied for the job: a Japanese samurai, a Chinese martial arts expert and Sidi Driss from Morocco.
"Demonstrate your skills!" commanded the King.
The Japanese samurai stepped forward, opened a tiny gold box and released a fly. He drew his sword and *Swish!* the fly fell to the floor, neatly divided in two!
"What a feat!" said the King. "Number Two Swordsman, show me what you do."
The Chinese martial arts expert smiled confidently, stepped forward and opened a tiny silver box, releasing a fly. He drew his sword and * Swish! * Swish! * The fly fell to the floor neatly quartered.
"That is skill!" nodded the King. "How are you going to top that, Number three swordsman?"
Sidi Driss stepped forward, opened a rough little wooden box releasing one fly, drew his scimitar and *Swoooooosh! * flourished his sword so mightily that a gust of wind blew through the room.
But the fly was still buzzing around!
In disappointment, the King said, "What kind of skill is that? The fly isn't even dead."
"Dead?" replied Sidi Driss. "Dead is easy. Circumcision... THAT takes skill!"