Nasruddin's friend gave him a box for safekeeping. "I'll be back to collect it tomorrow or the day after. But whatever you do, don't look in the box!"
"I understand," said Nasruddin. "Don't worry."
"Thank you!" said Nasruddin's friend, and he left.
Of course Nasruddin immediately opened the box. There was baklava inside!
He ate one piece.
Then another.
And another.
Finally he had eaten it all.
When his friend returned for the box, he opened it and saw it was empty.
"What happened to the baklava?" he asked.
"Don't ask," Nasruddin replied, "and I won't have to tell you."
Inspired by: The Wit and Wisdom of Nasraddin Hodja by Nejat Muallimoglu
Notes: This story is on p. 76 of the book. The author notes: "This expression is used in today's Turkish to respond to questions concerning a state of things which is simply bad." The story had just honey in the box; I changed it to baklava, a delicious pastry made with honey.
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