On one occasion a monk went to a meadow and took cut grass worth five <i lang='pi' translate='no'>māsaka</i> coins, intending to steal it. He became anxious … “You have committed an offense entailing expulsion.” On one occasion a monk went to a meadow, cut grass worth five <i lang='pi' translate='no'>māsaka</i> coins, and took it away, intending to steal it. He became anxious … “You have committed an offense entailing expulsion.”

On one occasion some newly-arrived monks shared out the mangoes belonging to the Sangha and ate them. The resident monks accused those monks, saying, “You’re not monastics anymore!” They became anxious … They told the Buddha. “What were you thinking, monks?” “We thought they were meant for eating, sir.” “There’s no offense for one who thinks it is meant for eating.” On one occasion some newly-arrived monks shared out the rose apples belonging to the Sangha … the breadfruit belonging to the Sangha … the jackfruit belonging to the Sangha … the palm fruits belonging to the Sangha … the sugarcane belonging to the Sangha … the gaub fruit belonging to the Sangha and ate them. The resident monks accused those monks, saying, “You’re not monastics anymore!” They became anxious … “There’s no offense for one who thinks it is meant for eating.”

On one occasion the keepers of a mango grove gave a mango to some monks. The monks, thinking, “They have the authority to guard, but not to give away,” were afraid of wrongdoing and did not accept it. They told the Buddha. “There’s no offense if it’s a gift from a guardian.”