A few people from another village, mere acquaintances of Nasreddin Hodja, were in Aksehir for some trade business. At the end of the day, they knocked on Hodja`s door.

`Hodja Effendi, since we were in town, we thought we should pay you a little visit. And, here is a rabbit as a token of our respect for you.`

Hodja welcomed the guests as is the Turkish tradition and asked them to stay for dinner. Hodja`s wife cooked the rabbit and they all made a good meal of it. A few days later, there were people at the door again. Hodja didnt know who they were, so they had to introduce themselves.

`Nasreddin Hodja, we are the relatives of the folks who brought you the rabbit.` they explained. They were passing through Aksehir and they thought they drop by. Nasreddin Hodja and his wife opened their home to them as well. They served soup for dinner.
`It is the broth of the rabbit. elucidated the Hodja.

Another couple of days passed and there was yet another group of strangers at Hodja`s door.

`We come from the neighbour village of the people who brought you the rabbit.` they said. Hodja had no choice but to let them in. When it was dinner time, Hodja brought a large pot full of well water to the table.

`What is this, Hodja Effendi?` inquired the displeased guests.

`It is the broth of the broth of the rabbit.` Hodja snapped.