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WEREN'T THEY?"
162.
Mulla Nasrudin always said: "Oh, well, it might have been worse."
One day an acquaintance stopped him and said, "I dreamed last night that I died, went to hell, and was doomed to everlasting torment."
"Oh, well," said Nasrudin, "it might have been worse."
"What do you mean, Mulla!" cried the man. "How could it have been worse?"
"IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN TRUE," said Nasrudin.
163.
"You have got to have more recreation and relaxation," said Mulla Nasrudin to the overworked friend.
"But I am too busy," said the friend.
"THAT'S SILLY," replied Nasrudin. "ANTS HAVE THE GREATEST REPUTATION FOR BEING BUSY ALL THE TIME, YET THEY NEVER MISS AN OPPORTUNITY TO ATTEND A PICNIC."
164.
Mulla Nasrudin was visited by a boyhood friend whom he had not seen for years. The man told him a long story of misfortune: bankruptcy, death of wife and children, personal illness. He ended by asking for a loan.
The Mulla called his son and a big, athletic-type walked in. "TOMMY," said Nasrudin, "THROW THIS POOR FELLOW DOWNSTAIRS; HE IS BREAKING MY HEART."
165.
Mulla Nasrudin had just returned a sheaf of poems to the budding young poet.
"Do you think it would help if I put more fire into my poetry, Sir?" the young man asked Nasrudin.
"NO," said the Mulla. "I WOULD RECOMMEND THE REVERSE."
166.
Mulla Nasrudin finally bought a parrot at an auction after some rather spirited bidding.
"I assume the bird talks," he said to the auctioneer.
"TALKS?" the auctioneer said. "WHO DO YOU THINK HAS BEEN BIDDING AGAINST YOU FOR THE PAST HALF HOUR?"
167.
Mulla Nasrudin, carrying a chair, walked up to the owner of a secondhand store and asked how much it was worth.
"Three dollars," said the secondhand dealer.
The Mulla seemed surprised. "Isn't it worth more than that?" he said.
"Three dollars is the limit," the owner said. "See that? Where the leg is split? And look here where the paint is peeling."
"OKAY THEN," said Nasrudin. "I SAW IT IN FRONT OF YOUR STORE MARKED $10, BUT I THOUGHT THERE MUST BE A MISTAKE. FOR
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