Why shouldn’t they mourn?
Nasrudin used to breed chickens and sell them to the local
One day he was half-absorbed in the problems of his chicken-
run when he noticed a man passing, dressed in mourning.
‘Tell me,’ said the Mulla, rushing to the fence, ‘why are you
wearing those clothes?’
‘Because my parents are dead: this is how I mourn them.’
The next day passers-by saw each one of Nasrudin’s chickens
with a black ribbon around its neck.
‘Mulla,’ they cried, ‘why are those chickens wearing black
‘Their parents, as you may well imagine,’ said the Mulla, ‘are
dead. Why shouldn’t they mourn?’