The Mulla was returning home from the bazaar, where he’d collected quite an assortment of glassware and china to surprise his wife, Fatima. While carrying quite a load, as it turned out, suddenly Mulla’s toe caught on a cobblestone. He stumbled and fell down smack in the middle of the square. Plates, glasses, vases, teacups, figurines, even a lamp, went flying. They hit the street with a resounding, explosive CRASH!
A crowd of onlookers immediately gathered round, hooting, laughing, pointing and jeering.
“What’s the matter with you idiots,” acolded Mulla. “Haven’t you ever seen a fool before?”