Mulla lived in an old, creaky rental house. Every time the wind blew, the wooden beams groaned terribly. When the landlord came to collect the rent, Mulla complained about the terrifying noises. The landlord waved it off: "Don't worry about it! That's just the sound of this old, pious building praising God." "I'm not worried about the building praying," Mulla replied. "I'm just terrified it might decide to bow!"