ma’habocath cleans the fishermen

There is a small bridge over which this one must traverse to reach his place of payment. One day below, in a boat were fishermen in heavy robes, for it was cold and they were furless ones.

Their outfits were dirty on top of them being obviously cold, so ma’hab in his kindness unsheathed and gave them a warm shower from above.

They were confused, and obviously delighted by the sudden shower of warm water. When one looked up a bit did get in his eye, but one should not look up towards a shower. He was upset by his clumsy decision, and much cursing and screaming ensued. ma’hab was happy he was full at the time, so had plenty left to empty upon the other as well, who showed his appreciation by delicious many delicious treats from his bait box at ma’habocath.

But sadly they both got too excited and fell into the water, and ma’hab was saddened, but perhaps Buddha was right: all things in the end lead to suffering, especially in the case of good deeds.

None of this happened.


Author: ma'habocath

ma'habocath knows some, tells much. ma'habocath knows few things others do. This one is a live-alone, full-time burger-flipper with an odd mind and too much to say. ma'hab always tries the best ma'hab can to keep up: • Chores • Bodybuilding and other health-nuttery • Japanese language studies • Culinary experimentation (see “other health-nuttery”) • Exploration of newfound spiritual territory • Exploration of my Self • Figuring out how to socialize well enough, mostly face-to-face • Backlogs: books, heavy metal, anime • Blogging, chatting, texting, and talking to whomever will listen about all of the above

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