One night, Mulla looked down into a well and saw the reflection of the moon in the water. "Oh no! The moon is drowning! I have to save it!" He grabbed a rope with a heavy iron hook, threw it down the well, and yanked. The hook caught on a massive rock under the water. Mulla pulled and pulled with all his might until the rope snapped. He flew backward, landing flat on his back, staring straight up at the sky—where he saw the moon shining brightly. He brushed himself off and smiled. "Well, I took a nasty fall, but at least I managed to save the moon."