One of Juha's friends once asked him to share a meal of stewed chicken. Juha was hungry and went gladly, but when he tried to bite into the meat, he found it too tough for his teeth and contented himself with dipping his bread in the gravy. Next day the friend said, "Why don't you come and help us finish what was left from yesterday's dinner?" Again Juha found the chicken too leathery and satisfied himself with bread and sauce. When they had finished eating, Juha lifted the chicken off the dish and, placing it before him, faced toward the holy city of Mecca and began to pray. "What are you doing?" asked his host in amazement. "I want to recite my prayers in the presence of this chicken," said Juha, "since its flesh must surely belong to some holy man. Twice it has gone to the fire and yet it remains untouched by the heat!"
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