Hodja was sitting by the river, enjoying a pot of halwa, when a horde of mounted archers thundered onto the other bank in a cloud of dust. One of Timur’s captains, who led the pack shouted,
“Ho! Stranger! How do we get to the other side?”
To this Nasreddin hollered back promptly,
“You don’t need to: you are already on the other side!”
As he hastened away, beyond arrow’s shooting distance he added,
“Besides, I’m no stranger, I live here!”
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