Mulla asked his wife, "How do you know when someone is dead?" "Well," she said, "the first sign is that their hands and feet go ice cold." A few days later, Mulla was gathering firewood in the snowy forest. His hands and feet were freezing. Remembering his wife's words, he panicked. Oh no, I must be dead and I didn't even realize it. Accepting his fate, he lay down in the snow, stiff as a board. A pack of starving wolves came out of the trees, ignored Mulla, and started tearing his donkey to pieces. Mulla lifted his head slightly and muttered, "It's a real shame I'm dead right now, otherwise I'd teach you a lesson about eating people's property!"