Pope the Polack goes for a summer retreat into the mountains of Italy. He lives in a little stone cottage, and the only companions he has are a flock of sheep.

After a few days without any company, the Polack pope becomes crazy for sex, and he chooses one of the horned sheep as a partner.

He takes off his gown and puts his machinery into the sheep. But while he is in action with the poor animal, it suddenly starts to run. Pope the Polack, with his underwear down around his ankles, is unable to do anything but hold on to the sheep’s horns.

They race down the mountainside together, past a field where Grandma Pickle is picking daisies. Grandma is a little short-sighted, but looks up in amazement as the sheep and the Polack pope go racing past.

“My god!” she mutters to herself. “No money to buy pants, but he is driving a white motorbike!”

Now, Avirbhava, bring your gods.

(Osho laughingly beckons Avirbhava forward. Avirbhava comes forward with a bull dressed as the pope, while simultaneously sheep and mice start dancing in front of Osho on a string, and an ape is bouncing up and down wildly on a piece of elastic.)

Great!

(Avirbhava assists the little pope in kissing Osho’s feet, while a live recording of the pope’s sermon booms over the loudspeakers.)

Great, Avirbhava!

(There is general hilarity with the mice squeaking, the ape growling, etc. by this time Osho is really enjoying it!)

That’s good!

Now the serious matter….

Torei is not a master but he is certainly a great teacher. And I have chosen him so that you can make a clear-cut distinction between the greatest teacher and the smallest master.