As always, Suki rose early, accustomed to the schedule of the monastery. But here, in Dark Edge, she didn't have chores to perform. And while she could surely spend much time assisting in building homes, sweeping shrines, and the like, there were other duties for monks to perform.
Today, said duties found her beneath a large tree near the center of town. Nearly a dozen heimin children too young to tend fields gathered around her, sitting, chattering, and pestering one another. Before them, Suki opened one of her scrolls containing stories from the Tao.
Gently shushing the children, waiting until they actually got quiet, Suki began to read:
"There was once a woodcutter, living near a great forest. One day, he decided to go out and chop wood to take to his village market. But when he went to chop the wood, his axe was gone. He looked everywhere he thought he might've put the axe- all through the woodpile, behind his house, even in his house. The more he looked, the angrier he became. He got very tired looking for his precious axe."
"Then," she paused, causing a couple of distracted kids to once again focus, "he saw a boy- his neighbor's son- standing near the woodshed. The woodcutter stared at the boy and thought to himself: What is that boy doing hanging around my woodshed? He's just walking back and forth. He has his hands behind his back," she mimed the stance of the neighbor boy. "He has a guilty look on his face. He must've stolen my axe! I can't prove it, but its got to be him! But what am I going to do about it? The woodcutter thought about this, getting angrier and more tired. He went to bed and he could not sleep- he just lay awake and thought about punishing the boy."
"The next morning, the tired woodcutter got out of bed. He started walking to his neighbor's house to tell the boy's father what he had done. As he was walking past another of his wood piles, he tripped over something. What do you think it was?"
"His axe!" several of the children cried out.
Suki nodded. "It was his axe. "Right," he remembered, "that's where I left it when I was cutting wood the other day."
"Just then, the woodcutter saw the neighbor's son walking around again. He looked the boy over, from his the top of his head, to the tips of his toes. Then he looked the boy right in the eye. "How strange," he thought to himself, "today he looks completely innocent."
Suki paused for a few seconds, allowing time for the story to sink in. "Now," she began, "why do you think the boy looked different at the end of the story?" Several of the children began replying, talking over one another. Suki smiled softly, going about restoring order, replying to each response in time.