' The officials seeing the feradje on the back of the Cogia,
made him their prisoner, and brought him before the Governor, who said to
him, 'Ho, Cogia, where did you find that feradje?' 'As I was taking a
walk with Amad,' said the Cogia, 'we saw a fellow lying drunk; whereupon
Amad twice uncovered his breech, and I, taking off his feradje, went away
with it. If it is yours, pray take it.' 'Oh no, it does not belong to
me,' said the Governor.
One day the Cogia having lain down to sleep on the bank of a river
imagined himself dead. An individual coming up said, 'I wonder where one
could cross this water.' Said the Cogia, 'When I was alive I crossed
over here, but now I can't tell you where you should cross.'
One day a Persian barber was shaving the Cogia's head. At every stroke
of his razor he cut his head, and to every place which he cut he applied
a piece of cotton. Said the Cogia to the barber, 'My good fellow, you
had better sow half of my head with cotton and let me sow the other half
with flax.'
One time the Cogia went to the well to draw water, but seeing the face of
the moon reflected in the well, he exclaimed, 'The moon has fallen into
the well, I must pull it out.' Then going home, he took a rope and hook,
and returning, cast it into the well, where the hook became fastened
against a stone.
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