A Poor Man’s Hut

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There is a poor woodcutter, who lives in a small hut in a village. While they are sleeping, some unexpected persons knock at the door, seeking shelter for the night. The woodcutter is a compassionate fellow, who readily agrees to give the shelter. The story runs like this ....

Submitted: July 07, 2019

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A poor woodcutter lived in the forest in a small hut. The hut was so small that his wife and he could only sleep in it.

In the middle of one dark night, it was raining hard and somebody knocked on the door. The wife was sleeping close to the door.

The husband said to the wife, “Open the door. It's raining heavily and the man must have lost his way. It is a dark night and the forest is dangerous full of wild animals. Open the door immediately!”

She said, “But there is no space.”

The man laughed and said, “This is not a palace of a king, where you will always find a shortage of space. This is a poor man’s hut. Two can sleep well; three can sit. We will create space. Just open the door.”

And the door was opened. The man came in and he was very grateful. They all sat and started talking and gossiping, and telling stories to each other. The night had to be passed somehow because they could not sleep; there was no space. And just then, there was another knock.

The man, a new guest, was now sitting by the side of the door. The owner of the hut said, “Friend, open the door. I think somebody else is lost.”

And the man said, “You seem to be a very strange fellow. There is no space.”

He said, “This was my wife’s argument too. If I had listened to her argument, you would have been in the forest, eaten by the wild animals. And you cannot understand that we are sitting just because of you. We are tired after a long day. I am a woodcutter; the whole day I cut the wood and then sell it in the market. And then we can hardly get food once a day. Open the door. This is not your hut. If three persons can sit comfortably, four persons can sit a little closer, with a little less comfort. But we will create the space.”

Naturally he had to open the door, though reluctantly. A man entered and he was very grateful. Now they were sitting still closer. There was not even a single inch of space left. And then suddenly, there was another strange knock, which did not seem to be of a man. There ensued silence from all three; the wife and the two guests were afraid that he might tell to open the door.

And he said, “Open the door. I know who is knocking. It is my donkey. In this world he is my only friend. I carry my wood on that donkey. He cannot remain outside as it is raining too much. Open the door.”

And now it was the fourth guest to be allowed in. Everybody resisted and said, “This is too much. Where is the donkey going to stand?”

This man said, “You don’t understand. It is a poor man’s hut; it is always spacious. Right now we are sitting. When the donkey comes in, we will all be standing and will keep the donkey in the middle so that he feels warm and cozy, and loved.”

They said, “It was better to get lost in the jungle, rather than to be caught in your hut.”

But nothing could be done. When the owner asked to open the door, the door was opened.
And the donkey came in. The water was dripping from all over his body and the owner took him to the middle and told all the others to stand around.

He said, “You don’t understand. My donkey has a philosophical mind. You can say anything but he never gets disturbed. He always listens silently.”


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