Nasreddin Hodja was awakened in the middle of the night by the cries of two quarreling men in front of his house. He waited a while but they continued fighting, and Hodja couldn’t sleep. Wrapping his quilt around his shoulders, he rushed out to separate the men, who by now had come to blows.
But when he tried reasoning with them, one snatched the quilt off Hodja’s shoulders, and both men ran away. Hodja, weary and confused, returned to bed. “What was the quarrel about?” asked his wife. “It must be our quilt,” replied Hodja. “The quilt is gone, the dispute is ended.”