Friday, September 7, 2012

The Eleven Little Piggies

The Following Buddhist Fable Is From:
Once upon a time there lived a butcher in a small village in China. Everyday he would kill a pig to supply the demand for the people who lived around him. However, slaughtering pigs was an act of killing sentient beings. Therefore he often thought of making a living out of other profession,

I should change my profession! There are many jobs I can do out. Why should I be a butcher? My knife has to kill a pig and "dye red" each day. If I kill 20 pigs each month then I would have killed 260 pigs every year. It’s terrible whenever time I think about it."

However, the butcher had a family to feed. Slaughtering pigs was a profession that he could made money with ease. Therefore his thought of changing profession became replaced by another thought. He would reassured himself:

"Oh well, well! Changing profession is not that easy, is it? Furthermore, it isn’t me who like killing pigs. It’s the people who like to eat pork. Otherwise, who will I sell to when I kill them? Even though I incur bad retribution, those who eat pork should also share the responsibilities with me as well. Also, we keep pigs because we want to eat them, don’t we?!!"

Since he had to arrive at the morning market early, and also pigs made tremendous noise when he killed them, he chose to slaughter them at dawn. The butcher also had a habit which he had been keeping up for years. That was: Every morning as soon as he heard the bell rang from the nearby Buddhist temple, he would get up and slaughtered a pig. This habitual action had never changed.

However, one day he got up late. Later he found out that the temple did not ring the bell at all in that morning. When the butcher went to the pig-shed he discovered the mother pig he was going to kill gave birth to 11 sucking-pigs in the morning. Everyone of them was so fat and already they were leaning so close to the mother and suckling for milk. How lovely they were! He felt the event was extraordinary.

Therefore he went to the temple. The abbot of the temple told him,

"I had a dream last night. I dreamed of 11 children who knelt down to beg me to save the life of their mother.

I asked them how I could save her. They replied it was very simple. All I needed to do was not to ring the bell."

Eleven children? Eleven pigs? Suddenly the butcher understood the relationship between them. He threw the knife he killed the pigs into the river. He determined to change his profession.

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