One day, as Mulla Nasruddin was walking down the main road, he came to a crowd gathered around a tall, tall tree. “What’s going on?” he asked. “A man is stuck,” replied one woman. “He just started climbing, and by the time he realized how much harder it would be to get down than it was to get up, it was too late. Then he couldn’t figure out how to get down without falling, and started calling for help.”

All the villagers were talking, trying to figure out how to help the man. “Stop, stop!” Mulla yelled. “Quiet! I know exactly how to get him down!”

All eyes turned to the Mulla. The people asked him what his plan was. “Just trust me—this works. Quick, someone bring me a long rope!”

One villager fetched a long stretch of rope and handed it to Mulla. He threw one end of it as hard as he could up to the man. After a few tries, the man was able to get hold of it.  “Tie it around your waist!” shouted the Mulla. With some effort, the man did so. When the rope was securely tied, Mulla Nasruddin pulled on the rope, causing the man to fall out of the tree, break his leg and shriek in pain.  Horrified, the villagers turned to Mulla. “What the hell kind of a plan was that?” one of them asked.  “I swear,” said the Mulla, “I have saved a man’s life doing the exact same thing.”

“Are you sure?” questioned the villager.

“Yes,” Mulla replied. “The only thing I’m not quite sure about is whether he was stuck in a tree or in a well.”

Compiled from the internet