Living cauldron

One day Nasreddin Hodja borrowed a cauldron from his neighbor.

A few days later, when he had finished with it, he sent it back with a pot inside it. “What’s this?” asked the neighbor, pointing to the pot. “Your cauldron gave birth,” replied the Hodja. Without
making any comment, the neighbor took the pot.

A few days later, Hodja needed the cauldron again and asked his neighbor to loan him his cauldron once more. The neighbor gladly gave it to Hodja.

Some time passed and the cauldron wasn’t returned. The neighbor went to Hodja and asked, “Hodja, what happened to my cauldron?”

“Your cauldron died,” said the Hodja.

When the neighbor protested, saying, “Sir, how can a cauldron die?” the Hodja replied, “You believed a cauldron could give birth so why don’t you believe it could die?”