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One day I borrowed a pot from my neighbour Ali. The next day I brought it back with another little pot inside. "That's not mine," said Ali. "Yes, it is," I said. "While your pot was staying with me, it had a baby."
Some time later I asked Ali to lend me a pot again. Ali agreed, hoping that he would once again receive two pots in return. However, days passed and I still did not returned the pot. Finally Ali lost patience and went to demand his property. "I am sorry," I said. "I can't give you back your pot, since it has died." "Died!" screamed Ali, "how can a pot die?" "Well," I said, "you believed me when I told you that your pot had had a baby."
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One day I borrowed a pot from my neighbour Ali. The next day I brought it back with another little pot inside. "That's not mine," said Ali. "Yes, it is," I said. "While your pot was staying with me, it had a baby."
Some time later I asked Ali to lend me a pot again. Ali agreed, hoping that he would once again receive two pots in return. However, days passed and I still did not returned the pot. Finally Ali lost patience and went to demand his property. "I am sorry," I said. "I can't give you back your pot, since it has died." "Died!" screamed Ali, "how can a pot die?" "Well," I said, "you believed me when I told you that your pot had had a baby."