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:: Last hope ::
The Hodja had lost his donkey and was going about searching for it, at the same time singing gaily.
Someone couldn't help asking:
-It looks funny to hear you sing, Hodja Effendi, when everyone knows you have lost your donkey. One would expect to see you wailing and lamenting your loss!
-My one last hope is that the dump creature may be behind that hill, yonder, my friend. Wait and hear the wailing and the lamenting, if that shouldn't be the case!
:: Nasreddin Hodja ::
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