There lived a donkey and a lion in a forest. They were fast friends. They were always seen together. Seeing them the other animals of the forest ran panicked. Infact the animals were scared of the lion but the donkey thought, it was also powerful. One day when the lion and the donkey were wandering […]
Once, Mulla Nasruddin had taken up a job as a coachman. Often, he had to drive his employer to a dangerous part of the town. “Keep your eyes open,” his employer warned him as he got off the coach at his destination. “This place is infested with thieves.” Some time later, the man decided to
One day, Mulla Nasruddin was on his way to the market with a basketful of vegetables loaded on his donkey. Halfway to the market, the donkey suddenly stopped. Mulla tried to coax it to move forward again but the animal would not budge. In anger and desperation, Mulla began to beat it with a stick.
One evening, a man carrying a can of milk called Mulla Nasruddin. “What happened?” asked Mulla. “I never drink wine yet I feel intoxicated when I get up in the morning,” explained the man. “What is the last thing that you drink at night?” asked Mulla. “Milk,” answered the man. “That is the cause of
Mulla Nasruddin was hired to deliver seven donkeys to a neighbouring town. As he went on his way, his mind began to wander. Minutes later, he checked to see if all the donkeys were still there. “One, two, three, four, five, six,” he counted. Some what worried, he counted again, “One, two, three, four, five,
Mulla Nasruddin had a habit of wearing a necklace made out of a ring of pumpkin. One day, Mulla went on a journey with his friend and slept in an inn. His friend took the necklace off and put it around his own neck. When Mulla woke up and saw this, he said, “I know
Late one night, Mulla Nasruddin’s baby started crying. His wife said, “Go and take care of the baby. After all, he is not only mine; he is also half yours.” Mulla sleepily remarked, “You can go and stop your half from crying if you want but as for me, I will let my half cry.”
One day, Mulla Nasruddin brought a small container to the milkman and said, “Give me one litre of cow’s milk.” The milkman looked at Mulla’s container and said, “A litre of cow’s milk won’t fit into your container.” “All right, give me one litre of goat’s milk,” said Mulla. When the milkman went away without
Mulla Nasruddin had a baby and his friends congratulated him on the occasion. “Is it a boy?” asked one of them. “No,” said Mulla. “Is it a girl?” asked the friend. “Yes! How did you know?” asked Mulla innocently. His friends started laughing loudly and asked him to treat them. Mulla gladly invited them to
Long ago, there was an island in the middle of an ocean. The island was very beautiful. There were many kinds of trees on the island with beautiful fruits and flowers. But no one came to this island. On this island lived Tipsy Turtle. He loved living on the island. His favourite pastime was reading.
Mulla Nasruddin’s friend had an egg in his pocket. He said to Mulla, “If you can guess what I have in my pocket, I’ll treat you to breakfast.” “All Right,” Mulla replied, “give me some clues.” The friend said, “It’s yellow in the middle. The rest of it is white. And it’s shaped like an
Mulla Nasruddin’s new wife heard a loud noise. “What was that?” she cried. “My clothes fell down,” replied Mulla. “But how could your clothes make such a loud noise?” she asked. “Because I was in them,” replied Mulla, and he walked out of his house. That day, Mulla was scheduled to give a religious speech
Long ago, there was a pig called Jammie King. He had a very bad temper and everyone felt scared to upset him. One day, the king decided that he wanted to look wise. For that he decided to have a beard. So he called the royal groomers, Riit Mouse and Ditty Mouse. They had an
One day, Mulla Nasruddin was riding a donkey. At the same time, he also carried a sack of oranges over his shoulder. His friend saw him and asked, “Why don’t you just attach the sack to the donkey?” Mulla replied, “My donkey already has to carry me. Do you think it would be fair to
About a year after Mulla Nasruddin’s first wife had died, he married a widow. One day, Mulla’s new wife said, “You know, my first husband was an exemplary person.” Mulla, annoyed to hear about her first husband, responded, “Well, my first wife was incredibly charming.” “My first husband was a brilliant mathematician,” replied the wife.