This comes from the book The Song of the Bird by Anthony De Mello. Commentary will be the un italicized section of it.
It was nine o’clock in the morning and
Nasruddin was fast asleep. The sun had
risen in the sky, the birds were singing
in the trees, and Nasruddin’s breakfast
was getting cold. So his wife woke
him up.
He woke up in a towering rage. “Why did
you wake me up just now?” he shouted.
“The sun has risen in the sky,” said his
wife, “the birds are singing in the trees,
and your breakfast is getting cold.”


