In a temple on a mountain, two young monks, Taro and Jiro, lived with an older monk.
“Taro, Jiro, I’m going to a meeting in town.
Don’t do anything bad while I’m gone.”
“Of course, we won’t, master.”
“We’ve never done anything bad.”
Last time, you broke some of my plates, Taro.”
“Oh, that wasn’t me.
It was the ball.
It got away from my hounds and hit the plates.”
“That’s the same thing.
Don’t break any more plates.
They are expensive.”
“Yes, master, we promise.”
“And one more thing.
Don’t eat the manju in the box in the kitchen.
I bought them to kill rats.
They are full of poison.”
We won’t eat them.”
I’ll be back before sunset.”
The two boys start playing soccer.
Jiro kicks the ball a little too hard and it hits some plates.
They break into hundreds of pieces.”
“Oh no, master will be so angry.”
“Don’t worry, Jiro.
Those plates aren’t expensive at all.
He only said that to scare us.”
But I still feel bad.
What should we do?”
“Let’s eat the manju.
We already broke one promise.
We should break the other one, too.”
“But they are poison manju.
I don’t want to die.”
“There is no poison in them.
Master just wants to eat all of them by himself.”
Taro and Jiro go into the kitchen and open the box of manju.
“Wow, they look delicious.”
“Jiro, why don’t you eat one first?”
No, you go first.”
“Then, let’s break one manju in half and eat it at the same time.”
“Oh, we’re not dead.
You’re right, Taro.
There is no poison in the manju.”
“I told you so.”
“That was so good.
I want more.”
The boys keep eating the manju until there aren’t any left.
“Oh no, we ate all of them.
Master will be so angry.”
“Don’t worry about it, Jiro.
I have an idea.
Can you cry?”
Later that day, the head monk comes home from his meeting.
Hey, why are you two crying?
Oh, master, we are very sorry.
We broke some of your plates.”
I told you to be careful.”
Jiro and I felt so bad.
We thought we should kill ourselves.”
“So we ate all the poison manju and now we are waiting to die.”