A sharp-tongued woman was accused of starting a rumor. When she was brought before the village rabbi, she said, "I was only joking. My words were spread by others, and so I am not to blame."
But the victim demanded justice, saying, "Your words soiled my good name!"
"I'll take back what I said," replied the sharp-tongued woman, "and that will take away my guilt." When the rabbi heard this, he knew that this woman truly did not understand her crime.
And so he said to the woman, "Your words will not be excused until you have done the following. Bring my feather pillow to the market square. Cut it and let the feathers fly through the air. Then collect every one of the feathers from the pillow and bring them all back to me. When you have done this, you will be absolved of your crime."
The woman agreed, but thought to herself, The old rabbi has finally gone mad!
She did as he asked, and cut the pillow. Feathers blew far and wide over the square and beyond. The wind carried them here and there, up into trees and under merchants' carts.

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