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The Stone Soup

It was a late and cold winter day and the wandering Mullah Nasruddin was homeless and hungry. The cold wind and the looting burglars had blown away even the little chance of hospitality a pilgrim might have expected on the road. Farmers shut themselves behind their walls hoping to forget the harsh world outside. Under the circumstances, nobody would offer a poor hungry traveller the charity of some food and a warm, sheltered bed for the night.