him so many beautiful, nice dishes that he couldn't make up his mind which to begin with. "Well," thought he, "I must let the poor people of the village see this wonder also," so he went and invited them all to a great banquet.
The villagers came one after another, they looked to the right, they looked to the left, but there was no sign of a fire, or any preparations for a meal. "Nay, but he would needs make fools of us!" thought they. But the young man brought out his table, set it in the midst, and cried: "Little table, give me to eat!" and there before them stood all manner of delicious meats and drinks, and so much thereof that when the guests had stuffed themselves to the very throat, there was enough left over to fill the servants. Then the villagers laid their heads together as to how they might manage to have a meal like this every day. "Come now!" said some of them, "let us steal a march upon Mehmed one day and lay hands upon his table, and then there will be an end to the fool's glory." And they did so.
What could the poor, empty-bellied fool do then? Why he went to the wayside spring and asked again: "I want my lebleb, I want my lebleb!" And he asked and asked so long that at last the Jinn popped up his head again out of the spring and inquired what was the matter. "I want my lebleb, I want my
