Her meditation was senseless if this creature was to continue to take the lives of other creatures for her sake.
Dangbo..o..o Dingbo..o..o.. past the deep forest, clinging onto the rocks on the side of the mountain was a cluster of five huts which were occasionally used by meditators as a hermitage. It now happened that one year an ani or nun was the sole occupant of these huts. She lived in the smallest hut, the one closest to the stream. She had undertaken to do the losum chosum meditation of three years of absolute isolation. The lonely days turned to lonelier months but after the first nine months of sheer loneliness she suddenly began to experience blissful tranquillity. She then no longer felt the pangs of hunger that so tormented her in the initial days. She ate a little flour and drank the butterless tea once a day more as a daily ritual than as a means to quench her hunger and her thirst. Her mind was at peace and she radiated peace and tranquillity.
It was her third winter by herself. She was no longer afraid of anything for she had overcome every kind of fear. So it was a sense of curiosity that was stirred when she heard a tremendous sound of heavy thumping and shuffling. The sound was accompanied by a very strong smell that nearly choked her. She waited in quiet anticipation as the sound drew closer to her hut and the smell became stronger. All at once a heavy shadow fell across the room and then suddenly there was an enormous effort of something being pushed through the window. The little room in which she sat became dark as the window was filled with the bulk of some strange creature’s leg. Her little hut actually shook under its weight. It was a leg that looked like no other leg. It was something between a human leg and an animal leg. It was about two times the size of a yak leg and it was covered with fur. The fur was of a dark color but because of the darkness the exact color was difficult to tell. It was with serene composure that the ani wondered what she should do. Then as her eyes adjusted to the partial darkness she saw that a large bamboo stake had pierced the foot right through and was still stuck there. There was some blood and pus in the fur around the piece of bamboo. She saw that the creature was in need of help and this was its way of seeking it. The ani took her penknife and then tried to extract the bamboo. After a long period of labor, covered in perspiration, and dizzy from the foul smell of the creature, she was finally able to get the stake out. It was about a foot long. She then took some gnymar or sanctified butter and applied it lavishly to the wound. After a while the strange leg was withdrawn through the window with as much effort as when it was pushed in. Slowly the great mass of the creature moved away with a heavy thumping and crashing noise. With the fading noise the strong smell died away too. The ani felt a shudder down her spine as she wondered aloud, “Perhaps that was a migoi”.
From then on, as if to thank the ani, the strange creature kept coming back to the hut bringing with it different kinds of game. The carcasses of deer, wild boar, birds, and other animals were regularly shoved through the window. It is said that the ani was greatly disturbed by these occurrences. Her meditation was senseless if this creature was to continue to take the lives of other creatures for her sake. So she had to move away to another hermitage to complete the meditation.