One hot day, Mulla Nasruddin was taking it easy in the shade of a walnut tree.
After some time, he started eying speculatively, the huge pumpkins growing on vines and the small walnuts growing on a majestic tree.
Just then a walnut snapped off and fell smack on Mullah Nasruddin's bald head. He got up at once and lifting up his hands and face to heavens in supplication, said:
- Oh, my God! Forgive my questioning your ways! You are all-wise. Where would I have been now, if pumpkins grew on trees!