That makes me think of a story about the Irish saints Columbanus and Mochua, both living in isolation and both rather competitive, it seems, religiously. Mochua lived in a hut with a cock, a mouse and a flea. The cock crowed the hours of matins, the mouse licked his ear to wake him up, and the flea keep his place in his psalter. When his companions died, he wrote to Columbanus for comfort. "Mourn not, dear Mochua", replied Columbanus "for great misery ever waits upon great wealth!" One up for Columbanus, I think.
Quod mihi facit fabulam memorare de sanctis hibernicis Columbano Mochuaque, uter qui insulatus vivebat et qui rivales erant, ut mihi videtur, gratiae Dei. Vivebat in stabulo Mochua cum gallo mureque atque pulice. Gallus horas precum antelucanarum cantabat, mus aurem ei lingebat ut eum surgit, et pulex locum in psalterio tenebat. Omnibus sociis mortuis, Mochua Columbano scripsit ut adlevetur. Respondit Columbanus, "Noli lugere, mi Mochua. QuÃ m magna est miseria quae eum invisit qui multas copias habet!" ItÃ Columbanus unum plus quÃ m Mochua signat, nonnÃ©.