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bandage-covered patient who lay in the hospital bed spoke dazedly to his visiting pal, Mulla Nasrudin:
"Wh-what happened?"
"You absorbed one too many last night, and then you made a bet that you could jump out of the window and fly around the block."
"Why," screamed the beat-up human, "didn't you stop me?"
"Stop you, hell -- I had Rupees 25 on you," said Mulla Nasrudin.
66.
The eccentric Sultan once sent Mulla Nasrudin as a henchman around the country. He was to interview the house-holders, and to every man who was boss in his house, he was to give a horse. To every man who was henpecked, he would give a chicken.
Everywhere the Mulla went, he handed out chickens with never an occasion to give anyone a horse. At last, though, he arrived at the house of a burly farmer, with a bristly, unshaven face, a deep bass voice, and muscles like an ox. In the background was his thin and wizened wife. The Mulla said: "Are you boss in your family, sir?" The farmer leaned his head back and bellowed with laughter. "You bet, little man," he said. "What I say around here goes." And he opened and closed fists the size of hams. The Mulla was convinced. "You get a horse," he said. "Do you want a brown horse or a gray horse?"
The farmer leaned his head and shouted: "Tilda, do we get a brown horse or a gray horse?"
Tilda called back: "You get a brown horse."
And Mulla Nasrudin said: "You get a chicken."
67.
The neighbourhood grocer was weary to death of Mulla Nasrudin and his habit of stretching his credit as far as it could possibly be stretched. Finally, he decided to have it out with him.
"Mulla Nasrudin," he said, when the Mulla arrived on his next shopping expedition, "I am sorry, but before you make another purchase, I would like to have you settle your bill. All of it. Let's start fresh." Nasrudin drew himself up and allowed a haughty expression to cross his face and said, distinctly, "Go halfway to hell," turned on his heel, and began to stalk out.
The grocer called out: One moment, Mulla. Just out of curiosity -- why just halfway to hell? Why not all the way?"
Mulla Nasrudin
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