The leaky bucket

A woman visited confessional daily
Each time, when the priest arrived, she whispered through the grate:
Father, last night I went to my well. When I pulled up the bucket it was full, but as I got it home it was empty. I returned to the well but the same thing happened. After that I went to my neighbour’s well. Soon the whole community united against me. Tell me, what should I do?
‘Mend your bucket.’
I burned it!, she cried.
‘In that case’, said the priest, ‘Visit your neighbour with this wine bottle.’
It’s empty, wept the woman.
‘Good’, said the priest.
That night the woman visited her neighbour with the wine bottle. The following day she arrived at confessional:
Father, she said, I went to my neighbour with this wine bottle, just as you told me. I filled his glass, but found that there were still dregs left, so I filled his glass again. After that my bottle was half-full. So I went to his neighbour, and soon the whole community was drunk on wine. What does it mean?
The priest answered:
Love is an octopus
It has many chances.