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made out a prescription for a sedative but forgot to specify who was to take it. The next appointment was a week later.
"How has your little boy been behaving this week, Mulla?" enquired the psychiatrist.
Mulla Nasrudin shrugged. "Who cares?" he drawled.
164.
Mrs. Mulla Nasrudin (as Mulla enters house): "What time is it?"
Nasrudin: "Just one o'clock."
But this very moment the clock strikes three.
Mulla Nasrudin: "Dear me, how that clock stutters."
165.
"Did I ever tell you how I tried jujitsu on a burglar?" asked Mulla Nasrudin.
"No," said his wife.
"Well, I got hold of his leg and twisted it over his shoulder. Then I got hold of his arm and twisted it round his neck, and before he knew where he was I was flat on my back."
166.
"That fellow must live in a very small flat," said Mulla Nasrudin.
"How can you tell?" asked his wife.
"Why, haven't you noticed that his dog wags his tail up and down, instead of sideways?"
167.
"So your wife is a reckless driver?" asked a friend.
"Say, when the road turns the same way as she does, it's just a coincidence," replied Mulla Nasrudin.
168.
Mulla Nasrudin discovered his wife again and again in the arms of her lover. Finally, he shot her dead. The jury brought in a verdict of justifiable homicide.
Just as Nasrudin was to leave the courtroom a free man, the judge stopped him and asked: "Why did you shoot your wife instead of her lover, Nasrudin?"
"Suh," he replied, "I decided it was better to shoot a woman once than a different man each week."
169.
Doctor (after examining patient): "I don't like the looks of your wife, Mulla."
Mulla Nasrudin: "Neither do I, Doctor, but she's good to our children."
170.
Mulla Nasrudin, deeply troubled, was consulting a psychiatrist.
"My wife," said the Mulla, "is convinced she's a chicken. She goes around squawking constantly and sleeps on a large bar of wood she has fixed up as a perch."
"I see," said the psychiatrist thoughtfully. "And how long has your wife been suffering from this fixation?"
"For
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