Mulla Nasrudin was sitting under a tree
chatting with a neighbour, when his boy came up the road carrying a chicken.
"Where did you get that
chicken?" Nasrudin asked his boy.
"Stole it," said the boy.
Mulla Nasrudin turned to his friend and
said proudly, "THIS IS MY BOY. HE MAY STEAL, BUT HE WON'T LIE."
