Sages and Scoundrels

Dear friends, two tales: ONCE there was an old sage out for a walk at dusk. As he strode along the road, far from the village, he was suddenly accosted by a robber. The sage was so frightened that he held his hands out, and surrendered without even a whimper. The robber did not need to harm a hair, but simply thieved the sage’s purse, his rings, his beads, and even his fine sandals, before letting him go.

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