Nasrudin was carrying home a piece of liver and the recipe for liver pie.
Suddenly a bird of prey swooped down and snatched the piece of meat from his
hand. As the bird flew off, Nasrudin called after it, «Foolish bird! You
have the liver, but what can you do with it without the recipe?»

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