Blanket Is Gone

At midnight the Hodja heard a noise. Two men were struggling outside. The Hodja got out of his
bed with a blanket over him and went to the front of his house. He asked them why they were
fighting. Without answering, one of them took the blanket that covered the Hodja and they both
fled. So the poor Hodja returned to his bed again.
What were they fighting about? ?, asked his wife.
About our blanket ?, said the Hodja. Now the blanket is gone, so the struggle is over. ?
Nasreddin Hodja