Karagöz's wife was in a bad state of mind, for there was no money in the house, neither little nor much. And when Karagöz saw his wife in this sorry state, he went off, gloomy and sad, to the stable where his donkey was.

Karagöz addressed his donkey, saying: "Come along, my dear. There is work we must get done..."

Since the weather was bitterly cold, that day was the best of all days for selling firewood. So he loaded his donkey with many bundles of wood and went out to sell them. And he went up and down the street, crying at

the top of his voice: "Firewood! Firewood! Warm your hands and your heart! Firewood!"

At last an old woman came out to her door and said to Karagöz: "What are you selling?"

Karagöz bent down over her deaf ear and drew a breath before shouting. But before he could utter a single word, the donkey began braying at the top of its voice.

The old woman jerked her head back quickly and said to Karagöz angrily: "I cannot understand a single word you say. Your voice is like the voice of a braying donkey."

Karagöz mumbled and said: "My voice?"

"Yes!" she answered him. "Your voice! And I should not be in the least surprised if under that huge turban of yours there were a donkey's ears! Yes! Donkey's ears! Two of them!" Then she went in and shut the door in anger.

Karagöz turned to his donkey and said: "Now look what you have done to me. You have lost me a customer. That is what you have done."

The donkey shook its ears, then began to bray very loudly. It wanted to go and sniff noses with a pretty she-donkey that was tied to the wall. But Karagöz had something else on his mind, and kept on down the street. And every time Karagöz cried his wares, the