One fine morning, Mullah Nasruddin was meandering around a lake. The cool wind was making swells on the outside of the water. Green grass and green growth developed on the edges of the lake. The air was loaded up with fowls trilling. 

Mullah Nasruddin plunked down adjacent to the lake, appreciating nature around him. He gathered little rocks around him and began throwing them in the water, causing more waves in the water. The fish in the water dashed around, attempting to dodge the stones. Mullah was daydreaming, when he heard ducks quacking. He admired see a group of ducks swimming close by in the lake. 

Mullah contemplated internally, "It is ideal to get a duck or two for supper." 

He kicked up and off swimming in the water to draw nearer to the ducks. Mullah was exceptionally energized, as he pondered the duck soup he would appreciate. The ducks saw Mullah drawing nearer and moved away. However, Mullah continued moving towards them, resolved to have his dodge and eat it as well! 

Mullah jumped towards them and the ducks took off. An astounded Mullah slipped and went under the outside of the water. As he attempted to swallow in some air to inhale, he swallowed in water. He at long last developed out of the lake, hacking and plunked down on the shore. 

he was resolved to attempt to get a duck or two, once more. Despite the fact that I have bombed the first occasion when, I will attempt once more. I shouldn't lose trust. Yet, the ducks were more mindful this time and had an alternate arrangement. 

All the ducks were accumulated at the focal point of the lake and were not moving an inch. As Mullah Nasruddin had no alternative, he got into the lake and moved to the focal point of the lake. Be that as it may, at that point, the ducks moved to the contrary corner. After a few bombed endeavors, he got drained, and set down on the lake side, to get himself dry and recover. 

After some time, he got up He plunked down, by the lakeside again and opened his sack and took out a move of bread. He plunged the bread in the water and started to eat it. 

A few people from the town close by were strolling past the lake when they saw Mullah dunking his bread in the lake and eating it. 

A man asked, "Mullah, what's going on with you?" 

Mullah answered, "I am having Duck Soup." 

The man saw Mullah asked dazed, "Duck Soup?" 

The individuals in the group took a gander at one another. Mullah took a gander at their disarray and snickered and replied, "That is the thing that sharp individuals do. One who acknowledges what the individual has, is consistently cheerful."