One day Hodja climbs one of the charity trees by the roadside and starts eating some figs.
A traveler who is going by calls:
-Halloo! Who are you? What are you doing there?
-“I’m a nightingale” says Hodja.
When the man says «sing then» Hodja starts to sing like a crow.
-“What a peculiar voice! Does a nightingale sing like this?” says the man.
-“What can I do? An inexperienced nightingale sings like this.”