IF YOU HAVE ANY SENSE
One day the Hodja had gone up the mountain and loaded his donkey with brush wood. Some of the brush was dry and some was green.
On his way back, he was gaily humming to himself and whistling when he started wondering whether the green brush wood would burn alongside the dry.
After a while his wonder became a burning curiosity, and he decided there and then to put a match to the load and find out.
No sooner had the flame touched it than, helped by the brisk wind, the whole load burst into flame.
The scared donkey started to bray and kick and run, all at the same time. When the bewildered Hodja had no hope left of extinguishing the fire, nor for that matter of catching up with the galloping donkey, he stopped and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"If you have any sense, run for the lake!"