After positioning his comfy stool, he started to make a circular cut in the ice. Frighteningly, from up above, a voice boomed, "There are no fish under the ice."
Startled, Mula Nasruddin moved farther down the ice, poured himself a large coffee, and began to cut yet another hole. Again, from the heavens, the voice bellowed, "There are no fish under the ice."
Mula Nasruddin, now became very concerned so he moved way down to the opposite end of the ice, set up his stool, and began again to cut his ice-hole. The voice rang out once more, "There are no fish under the ice."
Mula Nasruddin, stopped, looked upwards and said, "Is that you, Lord?"
"No!" the voice replied, "No, this is the Ice-Rink Manager."