One day, they go out very early. They are on a road to a village. It is too early and there are no people on the road. They are walking. Suddenly, they stop. There is a comb on the road near them. They are running up to it at the same time.

"No, I found it before you, so it isn't yours, it's mine." The other says.

There are two monks. They are not brothers but they live in the same house. Every morning they go out to look for some food.

"I found it first. It is mine." One of them says.

They sit on the road. They are quarrelling for the comb. Morning comes and then comes the afternoon. But they are still quarrelling.

A little boy comes up to them and says, "You are monks. Monks have no hair. What is the use of the comb for you?"