Many years ago in India, there was a monk who kept a goat. One day, he decided to take it to the nearest town to sell it.
Four robbers, who were hiding in a forest, watched him
approach.
“Let’s try to steal the goat,” they said. “It will
make a very good meal. But we must first of all decide how to do it because the
monk is very clever. “After making a plan. The four robbers separated.
One of them came out from the bushes at the side of
the road. He stopped the monk.
“Where are you taking that monkey?”
“Monkey!” said the monk. “It’s not a monkey but a
goat.”
Further along the road, the second robber stopped him.
“Where are you going with that donkey?” he asked.
“You’re wrong,” answered the monk. “It’s not a donkey.
Can’t you see it’s a goat?”
After he had walked a little further. The third robber
stopped him.
“Hello. Mr. Monk, what are you doing with that
buffalo?”
By this time the monk became worried he was not sure
whether the animal was really a goat. Perhaps it was even some kind of fairy?
He decided to let it go. The goat ran off. It was soon
caught by the fourth robber.
The robber took the goat home with them and cooked it
for dinner.
They were very pleased that their plan had succeed.
“even a clever man can be cheated by three thing,”
they agreed. “The hard work of a new servant. The praise of guests, and the
words of bad man.”
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