by SHEIKH JAMAL RAHMAN
To prepare food for a large celebration, the Mulla knocked on his neighbor’s door to borrow a large cooking pot. The neighbor reluctantly let go of her prized pot, and the next day the Mulla returned with two pots: the large one and a smaller one.
“Where did the small one come from?” asked the housewife.
“Oh, Madam, your pot gave birth to this one,” replied the Mulla. “Didn’t you know your pot was pregnant?”
“I suspected as much,” the housewife quickly replied, and she thanked him profusely for taking care of her pot’s pregnancy.
A few months later the Mulla knocked on her door again, wanting to borrow the large pot. This time the housewife readily acceded. But in the next few days there was no return visit from the Mulla, so she went to his house to demand the pot.
“I’m so sorry, Madam,” said the Mullah, “but your pot was pregnant again and died in childbirth.”
“That’s ridiculous,” retorted the housewife. “How can a pot possibly be pregnant?”
“Ah, but you believed it the first time,” declared the Mulla.
Yes for more
(Thanks to Robin Khundkar)