A farmer caught Mulla in his field, stuffing potatoes into a burlap sack. "Hey!" the farmer yelled. "What are you doing here?!" Mulla played it cool. "A terrible windstorm picked me up and blew me into your field." The farmer pointed at the bag. "Then where did that sack come from?" Mulla sighed. "Honestly, that sack is exactly what I'm trying to figure out."