ThERe was a gofer called Alfie. Today he was being bullied and had been pushed to the edge of a sheer cliff. He prayed silently "If you can rescue me from this I'll become a monk". It was hard learning to be pious. He started the process of getting rid of his possessions. He'd lined up someone to buy his diver equipment, but the monk training that day was all about generosity and he had to change his stance and become a giver of the equipment. It didn't stop at the diver equipment either - the net went wider and wider throughout his treasured possessions until he was down to his last fiver. He moved into the abbey and the Abbot tried to work out what role Alfie could play. "Ah, you could be a great children's entertainer as a mimer. There's a summer fete Saturday fortnight - see if you can perfect a routine by then." The routine involved using a food mixer to apparently be beating eggs after which he put on a hard had that a miner would use and entering what looked like a mine emerging thirty seconds later with a black face and hands. The kids loved it and the Abbott was very pleased.
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