Mulla Nasrudin

The Burglar

   A thief went into Nasrudin’s house and carried away almost all the
possessions of the Mulla to his own home. Nasrudin had been watching
from the street. After a few minutes Nasrudin took up a blanket, followed
him, went into his house, lay down, and pretended to go to sleep.
   ‘Who are you, and what are you doing here?’ asked the thief.
   ‘Well,’ said the Mulla, ‘we were moving house, were we not?’