A soldier was escorting a monk to the province. He had a forgetful nature and kept repeating to himself as he left: “Here’s my bundle, here’s my umbrella, here’s my gavel, here’s the monk, here’s me. Here’s my bundle, here’s my umbrella…”
Seeing this, the monk tricked the soldier into a tavern, where he bought him wine and dog meat for a hearty meal. After the soldier was thoroughly drunk, the monk shaved his head, removed the collar from his neck, and then escaped. When the soldier woke up, he checked everything again, murmuring to himself: “Here’s my bundle, here’s my umbrella, (feeling in his pocket) here’s my gavel, (touching his shoulder) here’s the collar.” Suddenly, he shouted:
– Where did the monk go?
In a panic, he rubbed his head and, feeling his bald scalp, rejoiced and exclaimed:
– Ah, here’s the monk!
Suddenly, as if remembering something, he lamented:
– Strange! Where did I go that I can’t see myself?
