Story of the Buddhist monk who was bitten by a dog.
There was in a certain Buddhist monastery a Buddhist monk of dull intellect. One day, as he was walking in the high road, he was bitten by a dog on the knee. And when he had been thus bitten, he returned to his monastery, and thus reflected,—“Every body, one after another, will ask me, ‘What has happened to your knee?’ And what a time it will take me to inform them all one by one! So I will make use of an artifice to let them all know at once.” Having thus reflected, he quickly went to the top of the monastery, and taking the stick with which the gong was struck, he sounded the gong. And the mendicant monks, hearing it, came together in astonishment, and said to him, “Why do you without cause sound the gong at the wrong time?” He answered the mendicants, at the same time shewing them his knee, “The fact is, a dog has bitten my knee, so I called you together, thinking that it would take a long time for me to tell each of you separately such a long story: so hear it all of you now, and look at my knee.” Then all the mendicants laughed till their sides ached, and said, “What a great fuss he has made about a very small matter!”
“You have heard of the foolish Buddhist monk, now hear of the foolish Ṭakka.”