The Zen Monk and the Tiger

I realized after the things I had just written and composed that this story might be helpful to some of you.

It reminds me of the Viking (or German?) saying of "Eat, Drink and Be Merry for Tomorrow we die!"

The monk was wandering in the forest when he heard the Tiger roar. Then he heard it's mate on the other side of him. So, he ran and ran being chased by one of the Tigers over a cliff.

He found himself looking up at the Tiger while hanging by one hand from a Strawberry plant that had one ripe strawberry left in it.

He looked down and saw the Tiger mate below him waiting for him to fall to eat him.

What did he do?

He ate the Strawberry!