In the village, a horse race has been arranged.
All the participants were lined up to take part in the race.
Mulla Naseeruddin came with his ox and said he wants to take part in the race.
Organisers of race laughed at Naseeruddin and said,
It is the horse race and ox can not take part in the race.
Naseeruddin said,
You don't know my ox. When it was a mere calf, it used to run faster
than a pony.
Now it is grown up.
It should be able to run faster than the horse !!!!
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