One day Mulla Nasreddin was eating roast poultry. A friend came and asked for a treat.
“Brother,” said Mulla, “excuse me, but this is my wife’s property, and without her permission I cannot give you anything.”
One day Mulla Nasreddin was eating roast poultry. A friend came and asked for a treat.
“Brother,” said Mulla, “excuse me, but this is my wife’s property, and without her permission I cannot give you anything.”