A thief mugged Mulla on the street, stealing his cloak and walking stick. Instead of chasing him, Mulla walked straight to the local cemetery and sat down on a tombstone. A passerby asked, "Mulla, why are you sitting here? Shouldn't you be looking for the thief?" Mulla crossed his arms. "I'm just waiting for him. No matter where he runs, eventually, he has to end up here."