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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

The Smell of Soup and the Sound of Money

A beggar was given a piece of bread, but nothing to put on it. Hoping to get something to go with his bread, he went to a nearby inn and asked for a handout. The innkeeper turned him away with nothing, but the beggar sneaked into the kitchen where he saw a large pot of soup cooking over the fire. He held his piece of bread over the steaming pot, hoping to thus capture a bit of flavour from the good-smelling vapour.

Suddenly the innkeeper seized him by the arm and accused him of stealing soup. "I took no soup," said the beggar. "I was only smelling the vapour.""Then you must pay for the smell," answered the innkeeper.

The poor beggar had no money, so the angry innkeeper dragged him before the qadi (judge)

Now Nasreddin Hodja was at that time serving as qadi, and he heard the innkeeper's complaint and the beggar's explanation.

"So you demand payment for the smell of your soup?" summarized the Hodja after the hearing."Yes!" insisted the innkeeper."Then I myself will pay you," said the Hodja, "and I will pay for the smell of your soup with the sound of money."

Thus saying, the Hodja drew two coins from his pocket, rang them together loudly, put them back into his pocket, and sent the beggar and the innkeeper each on his own way.

By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

I'm sure you would like to hear more of these stories on person, rather than hear snoring or seeing someone asleep

By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

A young lad was playing keepy uppy in the hall of his house when he miss-kicked the ball and broke his mum's precious vase.

When his mum came in from talking to a neighbour he quickly hid the broken vase behind his back As his mum walked up to him, he asked, "Why do people and other things die, Mum?"

"It's natural," replies his mum. "Everything has a beginning and an end. Everything has just so long to live and then has to die."

Her son then held out the pieces of the broken vase and said, "The time for your vase to die had come."