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title = "The Ex-Priest and the Truck"
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*Retold in Mošorin, 2023.*

This is a story I heard from an ex-priest himself. He had been working as a Catholic priest ██ ███████, ████████ ██ community projects. At one point, he was asked to visit an Aboriginal village where the men had been leaving, causing problems for the community. The village was mostly women at that point, and they told him, "The men have nothing to do, that’s why they’re leaving. If they had some tools, they could start a small agricultural project."

So, the priest went back to the city and arranged for some tools. He brought the tools ██ ███ ███████ ███ █████████ ████ █ ███ █████ █████, ███████ ████ ███ ███ ████ ██ ████ ███. ████ ██████, they had started a garden. They said, “Now we need some seeds. If you can arrange that, it would be wonderful.” He was very happy, thanking God for the progress.

He returned to the city, arranged for seeds, and brought them back to the village. A month later, when he visited again, the seeds had grown, and they were cultivating crops. This back-and-forth happened several times—each time, ████ █████ ███ █████████ ████████, ██ █████ █████ ██, and the men remained in the village, everyone content.

After about a year, the crops had matured, and the village was thriving. When he asked what they needed next, they said, “We need transport to take these crops to town so we can sell them.” Of course, he thought this was a great idea. So, once again, ██ ████ ████ ██ ███ ████, ███ ████ ███ ████ ██ ███ ██████,████ █████ a second-hand truck, which was donated to the village.

He left feeling very pleased with himself, happy with ███ ███ ████████ ████ ███ ████. ███ ████████ █████, he got a call from the village, asking him to return. When he arrived, there were no men, and the truck was gone. Confused, he asked what had happened, and they told him, "Well, the men used the truck to leave... and they haven’t come back." 
