Mulla arrived in a new town on the first night of the lunar month. He saw a bunch of people gathered on their roofs, pointing up at the sky and straining to see the faint sliver of the new crescent moon. Mulla muttered to himself, "What a bunch of lunatics, going through all this trouble to see a dim little light. In my town, when the moon is as big and bright as a pizza pie, nobody even bothers looking at it!"