Mulla one morning came across an ice-vendor who said, ’Nasruddin, here is the father of all ice. Straight from the mountain.’
‘Give me his son.’ He took a chunk in his box and said ‘hush lil baby I’m gonna eat you.’ Paying the vendor he walked off.
He went to Hamam. After a steam bath he felt thirsty. Under the shade of a tree he sat. ‘It is time I heard some baby-talk.’ He opened the box and poured the water down his throat,’gurgle, gurgle.’
With satisfaction he stood up to tell the standers-by, ‘I knew his grand father.’
They laughed indicating the mulla was a bit mad.
Then came hailstones and Mulla lifted his eyes to ask,’ Does your grandfather let you play outside at all hours?’