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Stones and dogs
Nasreddin Hodja had visited a town for some personal business. It was a frigid winter night when he arrived. On the way to the inn a vicious looking dog barked at him. Hodja bent down to pick up a stone from the street to throw at the animal. He could not lift it, for the stone was frozen to the earth.
- What a strange town this is! Hodja said to himself. They tie up the stones and let the dogs go free.
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Sharing the fishes
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Sharing the fishes (Once a renowned philospher and moralist was travelling through Nasreddin Hodja's town, Aksehir when he asked him where there was a good place to eat.)
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02 mars 2002
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