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One of my favorite tales...
Two monks on a pilgrimage came to the ford of a river. There they saw a girl dressed in all her finery, obviously not knowing what to do since the river was high and she did not want to spoil her clothes. Without much ado, one of the monks took her on his back, carried her across and put her down on dry ground on the other side. Then the monks continued on their way.
However, the second monk, after an hour or so, started complaining, “Surely it is not right to touch a woman; it is against the commandments to have close contact with women. How could you go against the rules for monks?”
The monk who had carried the girl walked along silently, but finally he remarked, “I set her down by the river an hour ago, why are you still carrying her?”
However, the second monk, after an hour or so, started complaining, “Surely it is not right to touch a woman; it is against the commandments to have close contact with women. How could you go against the rules for monks?”
The monk who had carried the girl walked along silently, but finally he remarked, “I set her down by the river an hour ago, why are you still carrying her?”
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Someone gave me a childrens' book containing three short tales, this one included, for Christmas. It caught my attention.
And now, i find it in your archives?
*smile* Aye.