once upon a time, nasreddin hodja went to the lake side. he was carrying a yogurt cape and he was eating the yogurt. and then someone from the village asking:
- hodja hodja, what are you doing?
+ i'm mayalaying the lake.
- c'mon hodja, what are you dointg there, you can not maya the lake!
and hodja surprised. then hodja turns him, smiles and:
+ what if it happens?
kıssadan hisse. that means your share from the shortest story.
