Once upon a time, in a small Uzbek village, there was a donkey who thought of himself as the epitome of wisdom.
One sunny morning, this donkey, with a confidence that bordered on the comical, ventured into a lush garden.
His eyes lit up at the sight of the juicy fruits hanging from the trees: apples like rubies, pears as golden as the sun. In the field, the melons, watermelons, and pumpkins, with their bright, perfect skins, seemed to be in a silent battle to be the most delicious.