Hungry, P. Boutros went to the town square to sell his few remaining possessions. An unscrupulous merchant took the collection of household items and said:
"Come back for your money tomorrow, as I have none on me at the moment."
He refused to pay despite P. Boutros's feeble pleas. So staggering home past the market stalls, the preacher came across a baker's shop. With his last ounce of strength, he grabbed three pies and made off with them. Sitting in an alleyway he quickly ate the pastries.
"Oh merciful Lord", he cried as he finished the last pie and licked his fingers, "I am not a thief. I have simply borrowed these pies from the baker. as this is the case, please see that the baker's money is taken out of that owed to me by the merchant who borrowed my pots and pans. I dislike being in debt to any man!"
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