Nasreddin Hodja was returning from a vineyard, riding his donkey.
On the donkey was a big crate full of grapes.

Just as he was about to reach home, a group of children started following him and said:
— Hodja, Hodja, can we have some grapes?

The Hodja thought for a moment and counted the children.
“If I give each of them a bunch, I’ll have none left for myself,” he thought.

So, he took a single bunch of grapes from the crate and gave one grape to each child.

The children looked at the tiny grapes in their hands.
One of them asked:
— Hodja, isn’t this a bit too little?

Nasreddin Hodja quickly replied:
— Oh come on! Why insist? One or ten, what’s the difference? Don’t they all taste the same anyway?