Hoca and the Missing Meat (cont.)
On returning home that evening with a pleasantly gnawing
appetite, Nasreddin Hoja asked if the cutlets were ready, and his wife,
fearing his anger, resorted to a lie and told him that the cat had eaten
them. Hoja at once caught hold of the cat, placed it on the kitchen
scale and found that it weighed three pounds-the weight of the cutlets
he had sent. Turning to his wife, "If this is the cat," he said, "where
are the cutlets? And if what I hold in my hands are the cutlets, then
where is the cat?"
Nasreddin Hoja had a dishonest neighbour to whom he wanted to teach a
lesson. One day he asked this neighbour for the loan of a cauldron.
After a few days, he returned it with a small saucepan in it. When the
man asked what it was all about, Nasreddin Hoja answered that his
cauldron had given birth to a baby - a saucepan.
A short while later, Nasreddin Hoja again asked for the loan of the
same cauldron. His neighbour, hoping for another "birth" gave it to the
This time many days passed, and the cauldron had not been returned.
Finally his neighbor decided to personally ask for his cauldron..
"Please accept my sincere condolonces," Nasreddin Hoja said with a sad
face. "Your cauldron is dead!"
"What, my cauldron is dead!" cried out his amazed neighbour. "Whoever
heard of a cauldron dying?"
"What an incredulous man you are!" Nasreddin Hoja replied. "What is
there surprising in the death of a cauldron which could give birth to a
Hoja and the Sour Look
One evening Nasreddin Hoja returned home tired and out of sorts,
longing for something to cheer him up, only to find that his wife wore
the usual scowl on her face.
"What's wrong now?" Nasreddin Hoja cried. "It is my reward for
toiling from morning till evening for your sake that you meet me with a
face like that?"
"Oh! Our neighbor's little boy died " she said. "I went there to
take part in the praying. I've just come back."
"I remember the same sour look on your face," Nasreddin Hoja
retorted, "when you came back from weddings, too."
Hoja and Domestic Duties
Nasreddin Hoja was having a chat with his friends when someone came
rushing up to him. "Run, Hoja, run!" he cried. "Your home is on
Hoja was not alarmed at all. "When I and my wife were married, "he
said, "we agreed that while I would earn a living to support our home,
the domestic affairs would be my wife's responsibility. Would you,
therefore, be kind enough to find my wife and remind her of what I have
It was Nasreddin Hoja's wedding day. As the marriage had been
arranged, he had not yet seen his bride's face. After the ceremony,
when she removed her veil, Nasreddin Hoja realized that she was a
terribly ugly woman. He was stunned. While he could not say a word,
his bride spoke coyly.
"I am at you command, my dear husband," she said. "Now tell me,
in front of whom shall I remained veiled, and to whom shall I be allowed
to show my face?"
"Show your face to anyone you like," Nasreddin Hoja groaned,
"so long as you don't show it to me."
Tamurlane turns one of his male elephants over to the people of
Akshehir ordering them to take care of it. In addition to wreaking havoc
in the town, the elephant becoems a terrible burden on the people who are
too poor to get decent food for themselves. A group of them visits Hoja
with a request: (cont.)