The Waterless River
Long long ago, a young wife was washing sweet potatoes in a stream.
A poor, dirty priest came to her and asked her,
“Excuse me, but I’m so hungry after a long walk. Would you give me a potato?”
“I have no potatoes to give a poor and dirty man like you.” refused she.
The priest stood in front of the stream and whispered a pray with his eyes closed and his hands folded.
Strange to say, the water of the stream gradually became lower and lower until it never ran.
It was no use crying over the stream’s water.
The old priest went away without her noticing it.
The Priest was Kobo.