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."