His neighbor looked doubtful. "Do tell!" he said.
"I planted some bramble bushes outside; you probably saw them. And you know how the shepherds drive their flocks down the road on their way to the pasture...? The wool from those passing sheep will get caught on the brambles. I'm going to harvest that wool, sell it, and that's how I will pay you back."
Nasruddin's neighbor burst out laughing. "I don't think you'll ever pay me back," he said, "but at least you keep me entertained!"
Inspired by: Nasreddin Hodja compiled by Alpay Kabacali.
Notes: This story is on p. 23 of the book.