(Text for this story by Sue Smith)
A long time ago in ancient India, the Great Being, who later became the
Buddha, was born as a buffalo. He was a fine buffalo. He was large and strong and had two long, sharp
horns. He roamed around the Himalayas as he pleased and led a very
comfortable life.That was except for when he had his lunch.
The buffalo liked to have his lunch under a very lovely mango tree on top of a
peak with a beautiful view. In the tree lived a monkey who was a real pest.
Each day when the buffalo was eating his lunch, the monkey would swing
down from the tree to annoy the buffalo. The monkey would slide down his
horns, swing from his tail and poo on his back.
Yet the buffalo would calmly proceed with his meal.
A little bird that lived in the mango tree saw the monkey carrying on day after
day and didn't know how the buffalo could stand it. She asked the buffalo:
Why do you patiently endure this pest?
Why don't you crush him, and allow yourself rest?
"If I get cross with the monkey I will end up even more bothered than I am
now," explained the buffalo, "That isn't rest."
"Besides, my guess is that this monkey will carry on with other animals the
way he does with me and there is bound to be an animal who will get really
cross and sort him out," and then the buffalo continued in verse:
If he treats others as he treats me
They will destroy him and from giving harm I am free.
A few days later the buffalo chose to eat lunch under another tree and a
savage buffalo came to eat lunch under the mango tree.
Down swung the monkey from the tree and slid up and down the horns,
swung in circles from the buffalo's tail and pooed on his back.
The buffalo shook the monkey off his back and trampled him to mincemeat.
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