One day the Hodja was chopping woods in the forest. He had left his donkey at the bottom of the hill. While the Hodja was busy, a wolf came and attacked his donkey. Just as the wolf was about to finish his meal, a passer-by saw what had happened and informed the Hodja.
`Hodja Effendi, quick! The wolf ate your donkey and now he is escaping up the hill!'
Nasreddin Hodja came down and saw the bones of his donkey.
`Effendi, the donkey is already dead, nothing to be done about that.' he said, `As for the wolf, running uphill with a full stomach is enough punishment for him.'
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