A farmer refused Eshu some vegetables from the crop everyone envied. The next day Eshu came back dressed in court clothes announcing that the king had ordered every crop destroyed; the farmer, in a rage, did not wait: he took his machete and finished his own. The king had never ordered any such thing — it was Eshu's mischief, and he was hungry.
A farmer raised a huge field of chard, cabbage and malanga, and there was no neighbor who did not envy it. One time Eshu showed up asking him for a few roots to eat; the owner, who did not know who he was, answered: "I do not have my crop to give away." Eshu did not insist and left.
The next day he was back, dressed in the clothes of the king's court and calling out: "The king has ordered all the crops destroyed, because they are bad for your health." As soon as he heard it, anger blinded the farmer and he burst out: "The king said that? Well, I am not waiting for him to wreck my crop." He took the machete and left nothing standing. The next day he realized that he should have checked with the king first, and he went to the palace. There he heard something else: "I have not ordered any such outrage. That was a piece of mischief from Eshu, who was hungry." From this road comes giving Eshu a rooster to turn away misfortune; and with the Odù in foré, trouble comes in with whoever comes from the street.