A Buddhist monk is walking down the street when he notices a very small boy
trying to reach the door knocker on a house across the street. However, the
boy is very small, and the knocker is out of his reach.
After watching
the boy reach and reach with no success, the monk, experiencing sympathy for
the small boy's plight, crosses the street to help.
Walking up behind
the little fellow, the monk places one hand kindly on the child's shoulder,
leans over and gives the knocker several solid knocks.
Crouching down
to the child's level, the monk smiles benevolently and asks, "And now what,
my little man?"
To which the child replies, "Now we run like Hell!"
[Mother Shiptons Prophecy] [Poetry]
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