|Neot's Well, where St. King Alfred rested|
One story says that he was in the military before he became discouraged and entered the monastery. Others say that he was unusually short. That's okay -- short people can be very effective soldiers, but the stories differ on how short he was. Those which claim he was no more than four feet are plausible, but the version that says he was fifteen inches is tough to accept. Nonetheless, in more than one spot he's called the Pygmy Saint.
|That's one tiny monk and two big stags|
Another story has him sheltering a doe which had been exhausted from the hunt. The dogs tracked her to Neot, who turned them fleeing into the woods. The hunters then came and claimed their quarry, but a quick word from Neot sent them back as well. They all left empty-handed except the leader, who promptly took the tonsure and became a monk at Glastonbury.
And then there are the fish. Neot was assisted in finding three fish in his well. He was told to never take more than one -- if he followed this, there would always be three. The prophecy held for a long time, but eventually he fell ill. Another monk, convinced that a hearty meal would revive Neot, took two of the fish. Neot rallied to tell the monk what a bad thing he had done and to order him to return the fish to the well. The monk protested that they were already dead, but Neot persisted. Dutifully, the monk put the fish back in the well, where they immediately revived and swam off. Can't beat that for wise fishery management. Neot is not assigned the patronage of fish and game wardens, but if I had the badge, he'd be on my dashboard.