On one occasion the keepers of a rose-apple grove … the keepers of a bread-fruit grove … the keepers of a jack-fruit grove … the keepers of a palm grove … the keepers of a sugarcane field … the keepers of a gaub-fruit grove gave a gaub fruit 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.”

On one occasion a monk borrowed a piece of wood belonging to the Sangha and used it to support the wall of his own dwelling. The monks accused him, saying, “You’re not a monastic anymore!” He became anxious and told the Buddha. “What were you thinking, monk?” “I was borrowing it, sir.” “There’s no offense for one who is borrowing.”

On one occasion a monk took water from the Sangha, intending to steal it. … took clay from the Sangha, intending to steal it. … took a pile of grass from the Sangha, intending to steal it. … He became anxious … “You have committed an offense entailing expulsion.” On one occasion a monk set fire to a pile of grass belonging to the Sangha, intending to steal. He became anxious … “There’s no offense entailing expulsion, but there’s an offense of wrong conduct.”

On one occasion a monk took a bed from the Sangha, intending to steal it. … He became anxious … “You have committed an offense entailing expulsion.”