Mulla Nasrudin
refused the cow-puncher's command to drink, for three reasons.
'Name them!'
roared the terror of
the town.
'First,' said the Mulla, 'it is prohibited in my religion. Second, I
promised my grandmother on
her death-bed that I would handle not, touch not, taste not, the accursed
stuff.'
'And the other
reason, the third?' insisted the bully, somewhat softened.
'I have just had a
drink,' said Nasrudin.
