There’s a big hill. On one side of this hill sits a monastery,
on the other side there is a convent. In the middle, on top of
the hill, there is a pub.
One day the monks decided to go for a night out to the pub. At
about 11.30pm the Abbott at the monastery receives a phone call.
“Abbott? This is Sister Virgin Helen of the Lady of Our Souls
Convent. I’m afraid your monks have gotten rather drunk at the
pub tonight and are on their way down the wrong side of the
hill!”
The Abbott reassures her, “Don’t worry, they’ll soon realize
their mistake and turn back.”
10 minutes later he receives another call from the worried
Sister.
“Abbott? This is Sister Virgin Helen of the Lady of Our Souls
Convent. I’m afraid your monks are still on their way down the
wrong side of the hill and now they’re getting rather close to
the convent.”
“Please don’t worry my dear. They’ll turn back soon.”
5 minutes later he receives another phone call from the, now
quite agitated, Sister.
“Abbott? This is Sister Virgin Helen of the Lady of Our Souls
Convent. Your monks are right outside the convent walls and
they’re knocking on the door! What shall I do?”
“Oh my dear, don’t panic. Any moment they’ll realize where they
are and leave.”
2 minutes later he receives another phone call from the now
hysterical Sister.
“Abbott? This is Sister Virgin Helen of the Lady of Our Souls
Convent. Your monks are climbing over the convent wall!”
“Don’t panic my child, they are sure to realize and turn back
now.”
30 minutes later the Abbott receives one more phone call.
“Abbott? This is Sister Helen, your monks are on their way back
now.”