Taoism and Zen
by Yeiazel 
Thief ax A peasant which had to split wood, could no longer put his hand on his ax. He paced up and down the court, would cast a furious look on the side of the block, delivery of the barn. Nothing doing, she had disappeared, presumably stolen! A brand new hatchet he had bought with his last savings! Anger, this short madness, his heart overflowed, and staining his mind ink as black as soot. Then he saw happen on the way its neighbor. He found the approach of someone who had no conscience. His face left sweating as an expression of annoyance that the guilty would face his victim. His salvation was marked a cunning thief ax. And when the other opened his mouth to cut the platitudes used weather between neighbors, his voice was certainly that of a thief Axe brand new! No longer, our farmer crosses his porch with great strides to go and tell her that this marauder who had the audacity to taunt him! But he took the feet in an armful of dead branches which lay by the roadside. He stumbled, choking with the broadside of insults he intended for his neighbor, and fell flat nose against the handle of his ax, which had been falling earlier in his cart!
Released for the first time on the site of "
The cozy little world of HC
" on 1 April 2009
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