There was once a village. The village sat on a
road, and there was much traffic through the village as people
travelled along that road. This brought wealth, as travellers stayed
at the inn, and sometimes a traveller would decide to stay in the
village longer, setting up a home and establishing a livelihood. Most
of the villagers came from families who had lived in the village for
generations, or who had married in from nearby villages.
In one of these families, there was a child. The
family, and the child, were walking through the village one summer's
day, greeting other families as they passed them in the street or
walked past their houses. They passed the house of the local
minister, and exchanged pleasantries as they were working on their
garden. They passed the cottage of the teacher in the village school
as they were hanging laundry, and complimented them on their work.
They passed an elderly couple who were taking a similar walk, and
respectfully exchanged greeting. They stopped at a village shop, and
bought bread and cheese and fruit for lunch, and stone bottles of
various drinks, and packed them in a basket they had brought, with a
brightly coloured cloth they used for picnics; and the parents bought
their child a wooden toy, and they exchanged news and gossip with the
shopkeeper.
Then they passed a dyer's house, with great tubs
in the yard, and the family stirring the cloth to be dyed, and they
said nothing. The child asked, “why do we not greet them, as we go
about our business and they go about theirs, and compliment them on
the vivid colours and patterns they make on cloth?” The father
replied, “that family came here from far away, and they are not
like us; they do not worship as we do, and we cannot trust them.”
The child thought for a moment, and took out the
cloth from the picnic basket. “Did they not dye this cloth, that we
bought and use on days such as these? Do they not drink the same
water we do, and also use it in their work?” The parents could not
think how to respond, so the child took the cloth and turned to the
dyer's family, held it up and said, “see this cloth you dyed; we
will be using it today when we have our lunch, and it is wonderful to
be able to picnic on such bright, happy cloth. I am glad that we
could get such pretty cloth.” The dyer's family smiled, and thanked
the child for their praise.