Not all Zen stories are koans. Not all teachings can be condensed to an aphorism.
Here is an old Zen story.
A man, being chased by a tiger, ran to the edge of a cliff. As the tiger bore down on him, the man spotted a vine growing down the side of the precipice and climbed down it.
At the bottom of the cliff, another tiger roared and licked his lips.
Clinging to the vine, the man could see that two mice were gnawing the vine at the point it was attached to the rock face.
Two feet to his left grew a single strawberry.
The man plucked the red fruit and popped it into his mouth.
How sweet and fresh it tasted.