Christmas in the wild blue yonder goes like this: A monk told the story of the sadhu, that is similar to the fairy tale of „the fisherman and his wife“, this sadhu now, a holy man in india who has renounced all worldly goods, and all he owned was two strips of fabric that he used as loin cloth, he washed the fabric every day in the river, put them on a rock to dry, and then wound them around his genitals again, but one day mice nibbled their way through the fabric lying on the rock and practically shredded them. The sadhu went through some trouble to mend and tie them together again. That continued for a while, and the mice ruined his only piece of clothing. Once someone passed by and asked, hey, sadhu, everything smooth? and he answered, well, if it weren´t for the mice who ate up most of my underpants. Says the man: What you need is a cat. Really? the sadhu asks, and he gets himself a cat. The cat chases the mice away, everything is just hunky-dory. But then the cat gets hungry and hollers. Again someone comes by and says: what you need is a cow to give milk that the cat can drink. The sadhu gets a cow. Now the cat hollers and the cow hollers, too. What you need, says someone who passes by, is a wife who will milk the cow and feed the cat. Really? asks the sadhu and gets himself a wife. But the wife wants a house. And a garden to go with it. And a stable for the cow. At some point the sadhu is really fed up with all this. He says: „I´d rather go nekkid“ and just walks off.
