One night, a desperate burglar broke into Mulla’s house. The thief packed up the few meager belongings Mulla had, threw them over his shoulder, and walked out. Mulla quietly got out of bed, rolled up his mattress, and followed the burglar all the way to his hideout. When the thief saw him, he yelled, "What are you doing here?!" Mulla said, "Nothing, I thought we were moving. By the way, here's your tip for carrying my stuff."