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A rabbi, a pujari, and a mullah arrive in a small town holding a regional religious exchange conference.
However, upon arriving at the very last motel on the edge of town at the same time, the manager says, "I'm sorry gentlemen, but I only have one room left, and it only sleeps two.
However, I may have a solution for you. The old farmer across the street lets us store old furniture in his barn, and one of you could sleep there for the night, free of charge for a man of the cloth.
The men agree and set about deciding how to arrange the accommodations.
The pujari says, "Oh, I grew up on a farm and still think of them like a second home. I'll happily stay in the barn."
The other two men settle into their beds, and about twenty minutes later there's a knock at the door; it's the pujari.
"I'm so sorry, my friends, I did not know there was a cow in the barn. We revere them, you see, and it would be entirely inappropriate for me to sleep among them."
So the rabbi says, "Well that's ridiculous, but I understand. I grew up in a small village, and am no stranger to the country. I'll stay in the barn."
They all retire, but twenty minutes later there is a knock at the door; it's the rabbi.
"I'm so sorry, gentlemen, but you didn't tell me there was a pig in the barn. They are unclean animals, and I can't even eat out of a kitchen where pork has been prepared, let alone sleep in the same room as one!"
So the mullah, with no option remaining hesitantly volunteers to sleep in the barn himself.
Twenty minutes later there's a knock at the door; it's the cow and the pig.
