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Two monks walking through the countryside came upon a tiny puppy. There were no dwellings for miles around, so it seemed clear that the poor little creature was lost. It greeted the monks happily, licking their outstretched hands and yipping at them in an excited fashion.

The first monk suggested that they carry the dog with them to the temple. “Surely someone there will want to care for such an adorable little dog.”

“You bring up an interesting point,” said the second monk. “It is true that this dog is adorable, and that someone will therefore be likely to wish to care for it. But what would happen if this dog was not so adorable?”

“It is impossible to say,” said the first monk. “Unless we perform an experiment. I propose that we disfigure the face of the dog with sharp rocks from the river, and see if anyone will offer to care for it.”

“What is wrong with you?” Asked the second monk. “Are you some sort of freak?”

“Back off,” said the first monk, angrily. “I thought that was what you were suggesting we do.”

“No, of course not,” said the second monk. “I was just saying, was all.”

The two monks walked on in silence. They transported the dog to the temple, where it was quickly adopted by a group of young men who fastened a tiny red bandanna around its neck and used it as a way to start conversations with beautiful ladies.