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:: I was thinking about it right now ::
One day, Hodja was stealing some cabbages from a garden, filling them in a chuval (a kind of Turkish bag). At that time, the owner of garden came. Hodja begun to think about what to tell as lie.
-Hodja Effendi, what are you doing? asked the Gardener.
-Don't ask Sir, you remember the weather was stormy few minutes ago. It thrown me here.
-E-e-e, why did you break those cabbages off?
-While i was holding on them to save my self, they were broken off.
-Ok, but why did you fill them in the chuval? asked the gardener with angry face.
-Well, i was thinking about it right now. You came!
:: Nasreddin Hodja ::
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