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The monk despite his austere life and dedication to meditation and devotion still possessed a very human trait. He hated stepping on cracks or joins of any kind.
So he found himself in a spot of bother as he went to cross the street for the council had recently upgraded the town’s crossings and he was aware until he arrived at the crossing that there were new joins to contend with.
So with baby step precision he negotiated his way across the street. Such was his concentration as to where he was putting his feet that he failed to see the No 9 bus approaching.
In the next life he found himself in a world full of cracks and joins. In his pocket he found a small slip of paper with the words, “Welcome to the next life. It can be a bugger sometimes.”