The Cogia wrote, and his wife said, 'O
Efendi of my soul, won't you read to me what you have written?' Whereupon
the Cogia read, 'Amongst the green leaves methinks I see a black hen go
with a red bill.'
One day the Cogia being ill, a number of women came to inquire about his
health. One of the women said, 'God knows whether you will die; but if
you do, what shall we say when we lament over you?' 'Say this,' said the
Cogia, 'when you lament over me, "Notwithstanding all he did, he could
never understand everything."'
Cogia Efendi, every time he returned to his house, was in the habit of
bringing a piece of liver, which his wife always gave to a common woman,
placing before the Cogia leavened patties to eat when he came home in the
evening. One day the Cogia said, 'O wife, every day I bring home a
liver: where do they all go to?' 'The cat runs away with all of them,'
replied the wife. Thereupon the Cogia getting up, put his hatchet in the
trunk and locked it up. Says his wife to the Cogia, 'For fear of whom do
you lock up the hatchet?' 'For fear of the cat,' replied the Cogia.
'What should the cat do with the hatchet?' said the wife. 'Why,' replied
the Cogia, 'as he takes a fancy to the liver, which costs two aspres, is
it not likely that he will take a fancy to the hatchet, which costs
four?'
One day the wife of the Cogia wanted to go to the bath.
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