Thursday, March 26, 2009

The bells, The bells..

BELLS
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One day a strange man with no arms showed up at a secluded monastery, asking if there was any work.
The monk thought for a while, then asked if he could perhaps ring the bell in the tower by running into it with his head.
The man with no arms thought he could manage that and started his new career.

For several days, the man happily climbed the steep stairs rang the bell with his head.
Then one day he slipped, missed the bell, and fell off the tower, plunging to his death.
The local constable showed up and asked the monk if he knew the man.
The monk said "No, but his face rings a bell."

BELLS Part 2:

Same monastery, few months later.
A second strange man with no arms shows up and says he heard the monastery had a job for a guy with no arms (and an opening).
The monk explained the situation and the job requirements (and the rather high risk factor of the work) carefully and the man took the job.
The new applicant managed to happily ring the bell for several days before he also slipped and plunged to his death.
The constable showed up and once again asked if the monk knew the man.
The monk said "No, but he's a dead ringer for the last guy."

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