Everyone in the teahouse was criticizing Wali. He was generally
admitted to be useless; and each person had something to say 
against him.
   ‘That man’, opined the tailor, whose words were usually considered
weighty, ‘is a cabbage.’
   Everyone murmured his assent - except Nasrudin.
   ‘Not so, Aga,’ he said. ‘You must be fair. A cabbage can be boiled
and eaten. What could Wali be turned into?’