There once was a woman who called herself Poony. Wherever she went, if a fart was heard, she'd claim it as her…
There once was a woman who called herself Poony. Wherever she went, if a fart was heard, she'd claim it as hers—demanding ten taels of silver from anyone who caught the scent.
Naturally, such crassness earned her few coins, but one day, someone actually paid her ten taels. She didn't spend it on food or drink; instead, she bought herself a cat.
That cat's name was Poop.
One day, a revered monk passed by. Touched by his presence, Poop felt a flush of shame, and that very night bit through its owner's worn monk's robe to drag it to a nearby nunnery for reflection.
Whether the woman truly embraced the path of Buddha remains a mystery.