Once there was a soup maker who woke up before dawn everyday to make the broth upon which his whole village depended. Every villager thought he was the best person amongst them because who else wakes up so early everyday to work without a complaint and a smile on his face. Since they had never seen him in a bad mood, they assumed he clearly held some inner truth that sustained him in his service to them.
That was until they found out what his inner truth really was when a little girl who could not sleep one night wandered over to watch him make the broth and saw him pissing into the pot. At first, the villagers did not believe her but then they snuck over and saw it for themselves the next day.
Some of them had grown up on his broth and everyone was not only having it daily but raising their kids on the stuff. And when they confronted him about it, the soup maker argued that some put wine in their broth and others beer, and so he thought he’d do the same but use himself as a filter so that none ever went to waste.
The villagers detested nothing more than waste and so they punished the girl for making them assume the worst and enjoyed the broth more than ever knowing that their soup maker had made it with the utmost efficiency in mind and spirit and in full dedication to his craft.