29-05-2005, 11:12 AM
"Why is it," said the rich man to his minister, "that people call
me stingy when everyone knows that when I die I'm leaving everything to the church?"
"Let me tell you a fable about the pig and the cow," said the
minister. "The pig was unpopular while the cow was beloved. This
puzzled the pig. 'People speak warmly of your gentle nature and
your sorrowful eyes,' the pig said to the cow. 'They think you're
generous because each day you give them milk and cream. But what
about me? I give them everything I have. I give bacon and ham. I
provide bristles for brushes. They even pickle my feet! Yet not
one likes me. Why is that?'"
"Do you know what the cow answered?" said the minister. "The cow
said, 'Perhaps it is because I give while I'm still living.'"
me stingy when everyone knows that when I die I'm leaving everything to the church?"
"Let me tell you a fable about the pig and the cow," said the
minister. "The pig was unpopular while the cow was beloved. This
puzzled the pig. 'People speak warmly of your gentle nature and
your sorrowful eyes,' the pig said to the cow. 'They think you're
generous because each day you give them milk and cream. But what
about me? I give them everything I have. I give bacon and ham. I
provide bristles for brushes. They even pickle my feet! Yet not
one likes me. Why is that?'"
"Do you know what the cow answered?" said the minister. "The cow
said, 'Perhaps it is because I give while I'm still living.'"