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chop wood, carry water
Once upon a time in an ancient land there was a monk who lived a life of quiet contemplation - chop wood, carry water. One day a farmer came to his door with a newborn baby, "My daughter says that you are the father of this baby. You cannot have my daughter, I need her to work the fields, but you must take the baby." Although the infant girl was not his, without a word he took her in and raised her up, teaching her everything he knew about the life of a monk living in a strawhut - chop wood, carry water.
When the girl was 10 the farmer came back. He admitted that his daughter had lied as to the child's paternity and that he had come to take the child with him. The girl went with her grandfather back to the family farm with many skills & strengths of both body & mind. The monk returned to his life of quiet contemplation - chop wood, carry water.
