Nasruddin was hungry, but he had nothing to eat in the house. He sat in the kitchen, dreaming of soup. A nice noodle soup with beans and lentils, some onion and spinach, seasoned with some turmeric, yogurt on the side...
Then, as Nasruddin was thinking about that soup, he heard a knock at the door. It was his neighbor's young son.
"Please, Nasruddin," said the boy, "if you have cooked a pot of soup here, may we please have some?"
The boy then held out an empty bowl.
"Incredible!" Nasruddin exclaimed. "The neighbors can smell even the thought of soup."
Inspired by: Mulla's Donkey and Other Friends by Mehdi Nakosteen
Notes: This story is on p. 32 of the book.
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