Two Years Later...

Two Years Later

One day, while several monks were tending the gardens of the monastery,
a beautiful wild horse ran past, on the road just outside the front gate.

Two years later, one of the monks finally mentioned the occasion,
"That was a fine white horse than ran by, 
while we were tending the gardens."

Two years later, another monk then replied,
"That horse that ran by wasn't white, it was grey."

Two years later, a third monk spoke up,
"I thought it was a mule, not a horse."

Two years later, a fourth monk spoke up saying,
"I'm leaving. I can't stand this constant bickering."

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