One hot day, the Hodja was taking it easy in the shade of a walnut tree. After a time, he started eyeing speculatively, the huge pumkins growing on vines and the small walnuts growing on a majestic tree.
“Sometimes I just can’t understand the ways of God!” he mused. “Just fancy letting tiny walnuts grow on so majestic a tree and huge pumkins on the delicate vines!”
Just then a fat, ripe walnut dropped right onto the Hodja’s bald head. After rubbing where the nut struck him, he lifted up his hands and face to heaven in supplication and said, “Oh, my God! Forgive my questioning your ways! You are all-wise. Where would I have been now, if pumpkins grew on trees!”