One day a neighbour, whom he did not like, asked the Hodja for the loan of his rope. The Hodja went into the house and after a time came back and said:
"Sorry, the rope is not available. My wife is spreading flour on it."
"What do you mean?" asked the surprised man. "How can flour be spread on a rope? You must be making fun of me!"
"No, I'm quite serious," replied the Hodja. "When I do
not wish to lend anybody my rope, flour can easily be spread on it."
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