Khoja decided to start selling salted vegetables. He bought everything he needed for this, and even a donkey.
When they approached the houses where pickles were taken from them, or found themselves on busy streets, the donkey, not allowing Khoja to pronounce the word “Pickles,” began, out of habit, to bray like a donkey, and Khoja’s words got stuck in his throat. But the Khoja was about to shout loudly in a lively place: “Pickles, pickles!” - The donkey again forestalled him and brayed. Khoja got angry and said:
- Listen, friend, will you sell pickles or will I?
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru