A kinsman came to see Nasrudin, bringing a duck as a gift. Delighted, Nasrudin made duck soup and shared it with is guest. Soon one countryman after another began to call, each one a frined of a friend who brought you the duck. No more presents were forthcoming.
At length nasrudin was exasperated. One day yet another stranger appeared, "I am a friend of the friend of the relative who brought you thee duck. He sat down expecting a meal, Nasrudin handed him a bowl of hot water.
"What's this?"
"That is the soup of the soup of the soup of the duck which was brought by my relative"
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