Dear friends, there is a tale: A monk took up residence in a forest hut to lead a quiet life of prayer. He rarely went hungry, for a hunter who lived nearby would bring him provisions. While the hunter admired the monk’s devotion, he thought that the man’s saintliness made him difficult to talk to, so the hunter rarely lingered in his presence.
“Lol”, said the hunter, “lmao”
This post seems incomplete. I don't understand what the moral is.
I like how quickly this tale progressed. What is the meaning of the wild boar?