Once a Jewish merchant was traveling through a strange land and as he traveled the road through a mountain pass, he was attacked by a robber, who took away everything he had. After the robber striped him of everything, he told the merchant: “Now I am going to take your life, for if I let you live, you will tell the sheriff about me and if caught, I will be hanged. For that reason I will kill you, and then I shall feel safe.” The Jewish merchant begged with weeping eyes: “Let me live and I will not report you. If you kill me, the birds will betray you and you will lose your life.”

The robber laughed and said: “Birds, report me? I see that you are making fun of me.” Sadly the Jewish merchant replied : “No, I am not making fun of you, but it says in our Scriptures:

`The birds which fly between heaven and earth will reveal the secret’  (Eccl. 10:20).

You see the bird on that tree over there? He will report your crime.” Then the robber grew angry and said: “You are surely making fun of me,” and he killed the hapless merchant.

The robber went his way and came to an inn, where he asked for food and drink. The inn­keeper brought him a plate of roasted birds. When the robber saw the birds, he began to laugh. The innkeeper, who stood near the table, seeing that the guest was laughing, asked him: “Why are you laughing? Since you are laughing to yourself, it must be something clever, so tell me what it is about.” The robber, thinking that no one would concern himself about the death of the Jewish merchant, told the innkeeper the experience he had with the Jewish merchant, and how he had made fun of him and told him that the birds of heaven would report him. That’s why, seeing the birds on the plate, he laughed. The innkeeper thought that the Jewish merchant had spoken the truth and said to himself: “As he killed a Jewish merchant, he no doubt did other things too, and is surely a murderer. For that reason it is my duty to report him.”

The innkeeper went to the mayor and told him that there was a man in his inn who had committed a murder. The mayor said to him: “Go home and I will be there soon.” The innkeeper returned home and sat down by his guest. In a quarter of an hour the mayor came in with three men and said to the murderer: “You are under arrest.” The robber was very much frightened and almost died for fear. He was thrown into prison and tortured until he confessed to the murder of the Jewish merchant and other murders besides. Then he was broken on the wheel, and in this way the words of the Jewish merchant that the birds would report him, came true.

Based on Shalsheles haKabalah 56b-57a

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The greatest gift that the Holy One, blessed be He gave to man was the ability to speak and communicate. Yet it is also the undoing of many, though we may speak the same language and believe that certain things need no explanation we still do not understand one another. It is so common in today’s world for people to talk at one another instead of to one another.

No One Understood

A shepherd was once strolling through a meadow behind his meandering sheep. As he walked, he played a merry tune on his flute. In an adjoining field, a harvester was cutting sweet clover and loading it upon a wagon to take home for cattle feed. The harvester and the shepherd did not know one another, nor could they communicate, since they spoke different languages. And so each tended to his own business, while casting curious glances at the other from time to time.

Noon came and the sun was at its blazing zenith. The shepherd looked longingly in the distance to see if his daughter was approaching with his lunch pail, as she did each day at this time. But there was no one in sight. A long time passed and he began worrying. “I must go home and see if everything is all right,” he said to himself.

He walked towards the harvester in the adjacent field. “Listen here, my friend,” he said, accompanying his words with elaborate gestures to make sure the other understood, “I must go home for a short while and leave the sheep here. I cannot take them with me because it would take too much time to herd them together and get them moving. If I go, I will run both ways and be back in a hurry. Please keep an eye on the sheep. Don’t let them run away. They are resting now. I am sure they will give you no trouble. They are easy creatures to handle.”

The harvester heard the words but did not understand a single one. He interpreted the shepherd’s gestures in a far different manner than intended: “You are harvesting all that hay that grows so plentifully in the field while my sheep lie here where the grass is scant. Won’t you cut some down for them, too?”

This aroused the harvester’s anger. “That is very impudent of you! You sit at your leisure under the tree and expect others to do your work for you under the blazing sun? Go! Begone with you!” and with that, he gave a wave of his hand.

This sign of dismissal was clear to the shepherd. He interpreted it to mean: “Go home, if you must. I will keep an eye on your sheep, since I am here anyway.”

His heart set at ease, the shepherd went home, stayed a while and returned a short while later. How happy he was to see the sheep grazing quietly and contentedly as if he had been there all the while.

“How decent it was of the harvester to look after them,” he thought to himself. “I must give him something in apprecia­tion.” He looked about him and wondered what would be suitable.

His eyes fell upon a little lamb that limped a bit. If he sold it, it would not fetch much. But as a gift…

He tied a rope about its neck and began leading it to the adjoining field.

“Good day, my friend,” he said. “I wanted to thank you for the favor you did to me. Here, take this lamb as a sign of my gratitude.” He held the string out to the harvester.

The harvester did not understand a word, as before, and misconstrued the shepherd’s meaning. He thought he meant: “I asked you to watch my sheep and look what happened! This lamb became lame, thanks to you!”

The harvester was understandably insulted and turned to the shepherd. “How dare you come to me with complaints? Am Ito blame? You are the one who left the sheep untended. What do you want from me?”

The shepherd thought that the harvester was dissatisfied with the gift.

He picked up the lamb to show him that it was really a decent gift, indeed. `See,” he gestured, “it is fat and healthy. The only thing wrong with it is its leg. It will make a tasty meal, I am sure!” He again pointed to the broken foot as if to say that that was its only defect.

Seeing the shepherd harping on the broken foot convinced the harvester that the shepherd was again accusing him of being negligent. Fuming, he shouted, “Leave me be, idiot! What business is it of mine?” And he shoved the shepherd backwards.

Shocked by such coarse behavior, the shepherd stepped forward and pushed the harvester. Before long, the two were pummeling one another with heavy blows.

Along came a traveler, hot and dusty from the road. Noticing a horse wandering in the field untethered, he was curious to see if it belonged to anyone, since he wished to ride it a bit. Seeing no one about, he decided to climb on its back for the time being, and ask questions later. He rode on until he came upon the two quarreling men. When they saw the stranger, they ran up to him, grabbed hold of the reins, and asked him to dismount, so that he could resolve their dispute.

The rider, who did not understand either of the two, was sure that they were the owners of the horse demanding an explanation for his having appropriated their animal. Afraid of punishment, he leaped off and ran away.

The remaining two were sure that he had gone off to get help and were afraid of getting into trouble. Both fled as well; the shepherd urging his sheep forward and the harvester shouldering his tools.

The scene returned to its pastoral serenity, with only the horse left to graze upon the delicious clover.

As for the three men, each ran off in different directions, feeling disappointed and frustrated.

The shepherd could not understand why the harvester had been so insulted at the gift he had offered. Had he owed him anything to begin with?

The harvester did not understand why the shepherd blamed him for the sheep’s broken leg, when he had not been to blame.

And the traveler wondered why the two men had attacked him for taking a ride on an untethered horse. He had not meant to steal it!

Each of the three was convinced that he was right. How, then, had such a misunderstanding resulted?

The reason is very simple: Each one interpreted the other’s actions according to his own way of thinking. No one tried to understand what the other was saying. Lack of communica­tion was to blame for this argument.

We do speak the same language as our friends and acquaintances. Nevertheless, we still misinterpret one another’s true meaning and intent. These misunderstandings can often lead to ill feelings, quarrels and even blows.

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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A hungry raven circled above a quiet river. Birds chirped merrily and the wind blew pleasantly. It was a perfect spring day in an idyllic setting.

The raven had no interest in the beauty of nature. It was on the lookout for food. Anything would do — the carcass of a bird, a rabbit or a field mouse.

You can imagine its joy when the smell of a dead cat reached its nostrils. The raven swooped off in the direction of the odor, cawing loudly in eager anticipation.

How happy it was when it came upon its prey.

Just as it was about to feed on this fat meal, a shadow fell across the ground. The raven looked up and saw an eagle flapping its great wings very slowly and swooping down towards him.

“I heard your cheery cawing,” said the king of birds. “Thank you for informing me of this juicy meal. And now, you may leave. I claim this carcass all for myself. If your life is dear to you, you would do well to remove yourself at once, unless you wish to become my dessert.”

Angry and disappointed, the raven lifted its wings and flew away, hunger gnawing at his belly.

“I’ve learned my lesson,” it said bitterly to itself. “It never pays to make too much noise.” For is it not taught:

“A bird of the air shall carry the voice.” (Eccles. 10:20)

“Your secret is your prisoner. Once you reveal it, you are its prisoner.” (Mibhar haPeninim #321)

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