The saints from the heavens came with the daily bowl of porridge
They saw me watering the plants.
They asked if I was the gardner.
I was hungry and I lied. ”Yes I am I said”
They gave me the porridge and I was sold out on my hunger
When the old gardner came I told him what happened
I said I was sorry but he went to the elders
I pleaded to the elders but they would not listen
I called out to the mortal gods and begged mercy
They all said in one voice
“you have been chosen by the saints.
Now you will garden for the rest of your life”