The lost monastery

For a long time the monks on the mountains had kept an eye on one of their monastery's sides. Even though they sit firmly on top of bedrock, the time had done enough erosion to one side. They started to worry at one point, waiting, when the first crumblings were to happen.

It happened while they were meditating in the temple when the chamber began to shake and rumble. Dust began to fall. The monks got up and scurried away into the courtyard, and the mountain finally gave way. They looked in horror as their sanctuary fell into the nothingness below.

Their life work, the work of generations of monks, destroyed in an instant. Brother Bartholomew wept. Brother Theodore laughed maniacally. Brother Philip stood and said “fellows, I’m headed to Coney Island if anyone wants to join me. No? Farewell then.”

Brother Philip paid no heed to the road ahead. A carriage crashed into Brother Philip. “Hey, I’m walking here!” Turns out Brother Theodore’s mining excavation project severely undermined the monastery, which led to its collapse. Poor Brother Bartholomew, what could he do in this?

Heartbroken and downtrodden, Brother Bartholomew decided to leave the monastery and move on to greener pastures, literally. Brother Bartholomew packed his few personal belongings and made his way to the abandoned farmhouse just outside of his village. This would be his new home.

People spotted him wandering the hills alone with a shepherd's cook in his hand. One Friday he arrived at the tavern & ordered a shot of marhuľovica. "Where's your sheep, Brother?" asked the bartender. Bartholomew looked into his emptied glass & said, "They'll find me someday."