One day the Mulla and his wife were just about to sit down to dinner. Mulla's wife had cooked a Halva dish, the way the Mulla liked best. Mulla was in anticipation of a good, peaceful meal when there was a knock on the door.
`Mulla' it was the neighbour's son, `my father wants you. Something peculiar happened.' Mulla had no choice but to leave his warm Halva on the table and follow the boy to their house. When an hour later he returned, his wife asked him what it was all about.
`Oh nothing noteworthy.' the mulla dismissed, `Once in a blue moon, I was going to enjoy a good Halva, that's the time the neighbour's donkey happened to give birth to a foal with no tail.'
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