Once upon a time there was a time when there was no one but God.
There was once a villager who found a horse-shoe out in the desert. He had so little brains that he didn't even know what it was, so he took it to the Qazi of the village (who was a very wise man) and asked him: "What is this?"
The Qazi said: "I can't think what you people will do when I am dead! Why, this is the moon which grew old and fell to earth!"
Some time afterwards a crow came to this village, and, perching in the top of a tree, began to say: "Caw, caw." The people came to the Qazi and said: "Come along out and see what God's Messenger is saying." The Qazi came to the foot of the tree and looked up. Then he said: "I'll just go up myself and see what he says. You people tie two ropes to my feet, so that if God's Messenger tries to carry me off you can pull me down safely." So the villagers tied two ropes to the Qazi's feet.
He climbed the tree and put his head out between two boughs to tie the crow's leg, but the bird flew hastily away.
The villagers below, fearing that it was trying to fly away with their Qazi, began to pull with all their might. The poor man's head caught in the fork and stayed behind, while his body was dragged down.
Then a dispute arose among the villagers. Some of them said: "The Qazi used to have a head," and some of them said: "He used not." At last they came to an agreement: "Let us go to his house and ask his wife." They went along to the house and knocked at the door. The Qazi's wife came and stood behind the door and called out: "What do you want?"
"We only want," said they, "to ask you whether the Qazi, your husband, used to have a head or not?"
"I can't be sure whether he had or not," answered she. "I only know that when he munched his bread his beard used to wag."
And now my story has come to an end, but the sparrow never got home.