Nasruddin's son was walking by the pond eating some bread. When he leaned over to look in the water, the bread fell out of his hand.
Then he saw that another boy in the pond had taken his bread, so he ran home crying and told his father what had happened. "Someone in the pond stole my bread!" he sobbed.
Nasruddin went to the pond and looked in the water. He saw a bearded man, about his own age.
"Hey there, old man!" he shouted. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself, stealing bread from a little boy like that."
Inspired by: Classic Tales of Mulla Nasreddin retold by Houman Farzad, and translated by Diane Wilcox
Notes: This story is on p. 64 of the book.
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