The boy badly wanted some too, and one day whin his master was out he got the jug down. Unfortunately, he spilled some syrup in the process and got it all over his robe and hair, but this did not discourage him from gulping several mouthfuls. When he was done, he smashed his master's precious jug to bits on a rock outside.
The monk came back to find the boy crying as though his heart would break. "What's the matter?" he asked.
"Your jug!" sobbed the boy. "I broke your good jug by mistake and I just didn't know what you'd do to me, so I decide I'd be better off dead and I ate a big mouthful of that stuff you told me was poison, but it didn't work. I ate more and when that didn't work I tried smearing it all over my robe and hair but I'm still not dead!"
The monk got no more of his syrup, and he lost his nice jug, too. What a clever boy! He'd no doubt have made a fine scholar.