Hoca is invited to a banquet. He goes there in his everyday clothes: No one pays attention to him. He is taken aback. He rushes home, puts his luxurious fur-coat on, and returns to the banquet. This time, he is met at the entrance and led to the dais where he is given the choicest seat. When the soup is served, Hoca dunks the lapel in the bowl saying “Please have some! Eat, my fur-coat, eat! Eat, my fur-coat, eat!”

In amazement, some people ask him why he is doing this. Hoca answers: “The fur-coat gets the best treat; so, the fur-coat should eat.”

translated by Talat Halman