There once was an innkeeper who took a good look over the bar and cried out: ‘Hey, Kocian, you got some problem?!’
To which Kocian said he didn’t.
‘Good, I should think so,’ the innkeeper replied, lifting his right hand in the air. Kocian gulped air. He knew very well that the innkeeper from the Kragels’ inn had a very firm hand; so firm, in fact, that last year during harvest, when they were pulling it with a tractor, it didn’t give way!
And so another day went by peacefully at the Kragels’ inn.