One day Nasreddin Hodja was working in his little watermelon patch. When he stopped for a break, he sat under a walnut tree and pondered.

`You Sublime Allah,` he said, `it`s your business, but why would you grow huge watermelons on weak branches of a vine, and house little walnuts on a strong and mighty tree?` And as he contemplated such, one walnut fell from the tree right onto his head.
`Great Allah,` he said as he massaged his bruised head, `now I understand why you didn`t find the watermelons suitable for the tree. I would have been killed if you had my mind.`