The Cat Burglar
[continued from yesterday’s story]
Nasruddin lowered the scale, cat, and weights to the floor, went to where his axe was mounted on the wall, and grabbed the axe, then turned around and faced the cat.
Fatima exclaimed, “Nasruddin — no! Please don’t —”
“Relax, my dear. I’m just going to hide my axe,” he assured her, and proceeded calmly to the pantry, where he opened the locked cabinet, fit the axe in sidewise, then closed and locked the cabinet.
Fatima asked, “Why are you hiding your axe?”
He cast a suspicious look at the cat and then said to Fatima, “If the cat can steal three kilos of meat, certainly she can be only be tempted to abscond with an object worth ten times that.”
Excerpted from The Uncommon Sense of the Immortal Mullah Nasruddin: Stories, Jests, and Donkey Tales of the Beloved Persian Folk Hero
