Mongol Fable: How The Wolf Got Its Share

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One day, the Buddha was picking food for all the animals in the forest, deciding who should eat what. All of the animals had their share of food. Unfortunately, the wolf hadn’t heard about it, because he was chasing a gazelle and didn’t attend the meeting. A fox passed by him and said,

“Hey, Wolfie. Aren’t you gonna get your share of food? Buddha’s allocating our mandated food in the forest!”

The wolf stopped chasing the gazelle and came to fox. Panting, he said,

“Say what? What do you mean allocating? And who’s this Buddha guy?”

The fox said, “Oh, you’re not Buddhist? He’s the founder of our religion.”

“I only know that the shamans worship me,” said the wolf, scratching his neck.

“Buddha will tell you what you should eat, and you can have as much as you want of it!” the fox said and left.

So, the wolf went to the forest, where the meeting had wrapped up and the animals had left. He walked up to the man who had light coming from his body. He said,

“Hello, sir. Are you the Buddha?”

“Wolf. Expecting you, I have been,” the man said and smiled.

“How do you know my name?”

“Pick the sheep, you are to. But one out of a thousand, you must eat.” The wolf thought the man spoke in a weird accent. A foreigner, perhaps.

“What do you mean, out of a thousand?”

“Now go, I must. Late, you were.” With that the man went inside a spaceship and flew away.

The wolf was baffled. “Wait, he said I can leave one out of a thousand, right? Wow, I can eat as much sheep as I can,” he thought and sped off.

And that’s why the wolf kills many animals when it attacks the corral at night. Soon, the news of the wolf terrorizing herders’ camps, killing thousands of sheep reached the Buddha. Raged by the insolence, Buddha took his pistol and went up to the wolf.

“Tell you, what did I? Knob head, you are. Answer, you give me,” said the Buddha, while cocking his pistol straight into the wolf’s head.

The wolf was petrified and couldn’t even face the Buddha. He said,

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, Mr. Buddha.”

And, from then on, the wolf could never look a human in the eye again.

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Natso Baatarkhuu lives in Mongolia and writes in English. His works have appeared in Cracked.com and The UB Post, and he started this website. He dreams of publishing novels and selling screenplays someday.

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Natso Baatarkhuu

Natso Baatarkhuu lives in Mongolia and writes in English. His works have appeared in Cracked.com and The UB Post, and he started this website. He dreams of publishing novels and selling screenplays someday.

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