Cogia Efendi one day went into a garden, pulled up some carrots and turnips and other kinds of vegetables, which he found, putting some into a sack and some into his bosom; suddenly the gardener coming up, laid hold of him, and said, ‘What are you seeking here?’ The Cogia, being in great consternation, not finding any other reply, answered, ’For some days past a great wind has been blowing, and that wind blew me hither.’  ‘But who pulled up these vegetables?’ said the gardener.  ’As the wind blew very violently,’ replied the Cogia, ’it cast me here and there, and whatever I laid hold of in the hope of saving myself remained in my hands.’  ‘Ah,’ said the gardener, ‘but who filled the sack with them?’ ‘Well,’ said the Cogia, ’that is the very question I was about to ask myself when you came up.’

One day Cogia Efendi, on whom God be merciful, went to the city of Conia, and going into a pastry-cook’s shop, seized hold of a tart, and saying, ‘In the Name of God,’ began to eat it.  The pastry-cook cried out, ‘Halloa, fellow, what are you about?’ and fell to beating him.  The Cogia said, ’Oh what a fine country is this of Conia, in which, whilst a man eats a tart, they put in a blow as a digester for every morsel.’

Cogia Nasr Eddin, at the time of the Holy Ramadan, thought to himself, ’What must I do in order to hold the fast in conformity with the people?  I must prepare an earthen pot, and every day put a stone into it, and when thirty days are completed I may hold my Beiram.’  So he commenced placing stones in the pot, one every day.  Now it happened one day that a daughter of the Cogia cast a handful of stones into the pot, and a little time after some people asked the Cogia, ’What day of the month is it to-day?’ Now it happened to be the twenty-fifth.  The Cogia, however, said to them, ‘Have patience and I will see’; and going to his house and emptying the pot, perceived that there were a hundred and twenty stones in it.  Says the Cogia to himself, ’If I tell the people all this number they will call me a fool.’  So going to them he said, ’This day is the forty-fifth day of the month.’  But, said they, ’O Cogia, a month has in all but thirty days, so how can you say that to-day is the forty-fifth?’ ‘I spoke quite within bounds,’ said the Cogia.  ’If you were to see the account in the pot you would find that to-day is the hundred and twentieth.’

One day the Cogia was asked, ’When there is a new moon, what becomes of the old one?’ ‘They make forty stars out of each,’ said the Cogia.

One day the Cogia went out of the city along with a cafila or caravan of people, and felt a wish to ride.  Now there was a camel belonging to the cafila, and the Cogia said to himself, ’Now, if instead of walking I should mount on this camel, how comfortably could I travel!’ Thereupon mounting on the camel, he proceeded along with the cafila.  The camel, however, falling to kicking, flung the Cogia to the earth and knelt upon him.  The Cogia cried out loudly, and the people of the cafila came and rescued him.  After a little time the Cogia, coming to his senses, said, ’O Mussulmen, did you not see how that perfidious camel maltreated me?  Now do hold the perfidious brute for me, that I may cut its throat.’