Mulla was sitting at home, starving, daydreaming about a giant, steaming bowl of soup. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. It was the neighbor's kid, holding an empty bowl. "My mom says hi," the kid said, "and she wants to know if you can spare a bowl of that soup you're making." Mulla shook his head in awe. "Man, the neighbors in this town are incredible. They can even smell my daydreams!"