The young daughter of Mulla Nasrudin
heard a tapping on her window in the early hours of the
morning. There on a ladder was her
boyfriend. Their elopement was going according to plan.
"Are you all ready?" her
boyfriend asked.
"Yes," whispered the girl,
"but don't talk so loud, you might wake up my father."
"WAKE HIM UP?" her boyfriend
asked. "WHO DO YOU THINK IS HOLDING THE LADDER?"
