Mulla was sitting in a field, happily eating a whole roasted chicken. A hungry traveler walked by, his mouth watering, and asked, "Mulla, could you spare a bite of that chicken?" Mulla shook his head. "I can't. It doesn't belong to me. It was entrusted to me by someone else." The traveler frowned. "But you're eating it right now!" Mulla shrugged, "Exactly! The owner entrusted it to me to eat, not you."