Once a weaver was busy making a blanket. A saint came and told the weaver that he wanted to stay there in order to see how he made a blanket. The weaver allowed and turned back to his work. The saint, secretly, pulled out several tufts of his long hair and mixed them with the wool weaver was using. The weaver then took the blanket to the market to sell. The saint followed him and told that he wanted to see how he sold a blanket. An elderly man, after haggling interminably over the price, agreed to buy it.
“Now please give me my share,” said the saint to the weaver. “What share?” asked the weaver. “Have you not used some of my hair to make the blanket?” Saying so, the saint snatched the blanket from the buyer and showed the hair that had been woven into it. The weaver was so angry that he felt like pulling out the rest of the saint’s hair. But he controlled himself and not wishing to make a scene in front of the customer, gave a few rupees in the saint’s hand and sent him away.
