A traveler was traveling when night fell. To spend the night, he knocked on the door of a house; it belonged to the musicians. They offered the traveler shelter. During the night, the traveler's mare gave birth to a foal. Early in the morning, when the traveler was about to leave after expressing his gratitude, the musicians stopped the foal and said, 'You cannot take this; it is the calf of our cow.' The traveler was very worried and said, 'Oh people of God! This is not a calf of a cow, it is a foal of a mare,' but they did not agree. The villagers, seeing the traveler alone, sided with the musicians. Eventually, the matter reached the village chief. The chief thought that the traveler would leave, but the musicians would always be of help to him. So, after deep thought, he remarked that my late grandfather told me before his death that when a musician's cow gives birth, it is always a foal (the mare's baby). The traveler, disappointed, took his mare and went on his way, fearing that this might also be taken from him. When the traveler left, the musicians started to cry. The chief, surprised, asked, 'Why are you crying?' The musician replied, 'Chief, we are crying because if you die, where will we find a judge like you!!!!!!'