The Brahmin and the Crooks
Mitra Sharma, a kind-hearted Brahmin, sets off on a journey home with a prized goat. Along the way, three cunning crooks concoct a plan to deceive him into abandoning the goat. They plant seeds of doubt in Mitra's mind, testing his confidence and trust in his own senses. Will Mitra be swayed by their trickery, or will he hold firm to the truth he knows? Join Mitra as he learns a valuable lesson in trust and tolerance.
Once in a small village, Mitra Sharma, a wise Brahmin, received a goat as a gift for a special pooja. He carried it on his shoulders, humming happily while thinking about its milk and care. Little did Mitra know, three mischievous crooks watched him from behind a tree. Eyeing the plump goat, they whispered plans to trick Mitra into leaving it behind. Their goal was to confuse Mitra by making him doubt what he saw.
As Mitra strolled, the first crook approached him with a friendly smile. - O holy Brahmin, why do you carry a dirty dog on your shoulders? he asked, pointing at the goat. Mitra frowned, certain of his eyes. - Are you blind? This is a goat, not a dog! he exclaimed, continuing on his path. The crook shrugged, - Forgive me, sir. I am only saying what I see.
A little further, the second crook pretended to be shocked as he approached Mitra. - Oh no! Why are you carrying a dead calf? he exclaimed, feigning concern. Mitra shook his head, tightening his grip on the lively goat. - What nonsense are you speaking? This is a live goat! he declared, starting to feel uneasy. The crook smiled slyly, - I must be mistaken. Take care, sir.
As Mitra continued his journey, he couldn't shake off the strange words. - Why are these people saying such things? he wondered aloud. Before he could ponder further, the third crook appeared, horrified. - O pandit! You carry a donkey on your shoulders! What a disgrace! Mitra's heart raced as doubt crept in. He started to question his own eyes.
With three different people insisting on bizarre claims, Mitra's confidence wavered. - Could this be a demon changing its form? Mitra thought, fear gripping his heart. Panic took over, and without another thought, he threw the goat to the ground. He sprinted away, leaving the goat bleating in confusion. The crooks, hidden nearby, chuckled at their successful deception.
The crooks, overjoyed, gathered around the goat and celebrated their victory. - We did it! one crook laughed, patting the others on the back. That night, they enjoyed a grand feast, relishing their ill-gotten gains. Meanwhile, Mitra, far from the scene, felt a pang of regret. - How could I have been so foolish? he lamented, sitting under a tree and pondering his actions.
As Mitra sat in the quiet of the night, an old friend approached him. - What troubles you, Mitra? his friend asked gently. Mitra recounted the day's events, his voice filled with disbelief. - My friend, trust in what you know and see, not in the words of deceivers, his friend advised. This wise counsel sparked a realization in Mitra, renewing his confidence.
With a newfound resolve, Mitra returned to the village, determined to recover his goat. He found the crooks still celebrating, and approached them calmly. - You have tricked me, but I will not be swayed again, Mitra stated firmly. The crooks, surprised by his return, backed away. Mitra reclaimed his goat, learning a valuable lesson on trust and resilience.
Once in a small village, Mitra Sharma, a wise Brahmin, received a goat as a gift for a special pooja. He carried it on his shoulders, humming happily while thinking about its milk and care. Little did Mitra know, three mischievous crooks watched him from behind a tree. Eyeing the plump goat, they whispered plans to trick Mitra into leaving it behind. Their goal was to confuse Mitra by making him doubt what he saw.
As Mitra strolled, the first crook approached him with a friendly smile. - O holy Brahmin, why do you carry a dirty dog on your shoulders? he asked, pointing at the goat. Mitra frowned, certain of his eyes. - Are you blind? This is a goat, not a dog! he exclaimed, continuing on his path. The crook shrugged, - Forgive me, sir. I am only saying what I see.
A little further, the second crook pretended to be shocked as he approached Mitra. - Oh no! Why are you carrying a dead calf? he exclaimed, feigning concern. Mitra shook his head, tightening his grip on the lively goat. - What nonsense are you speaking? This is a live goat! he declared, starting to feel uneasy. The crook smiled slyly, - I must be mistaken. Take care, sir.
As Mitra continued his journey, he couldn't shake off the strange words. - Why are these people saying such things? he wondered aloud. Before he could ponder further, the third crook appeared, horrified. - O pandit! You carry a donkey on your shoulders! What a disgrace! Mitra's heart raced as doubt crept in. He started to question his own eyes.
With three different people insisting on bizarre claims, Mitra's confidence wavered. - Could this be a demon changing its form? Mitra thought, fear gripping his heart. Panic took over, and without another thought, he threw the goat to the ground. He sprinted away, leaving the goat bleating in confusion. The crooks, hidden nearby, chuckled at their successful deception.
The crooks, overjoyed, gathered around the goat and celebrated their victory. - We did it! one crook laughed, patting the others on the back. That night, they enjoyed a grand feast, relishing their ill-gotten gains. Meanwhile, Mitra, far from the scene, felt a pang of regret. - How could I have been so foolish? he lamented, sitting under a tree and pondering his actions.
As Mitra sat in the quiet of the night, an old friend approached him. - What troubles you, Mitra? his friend asked gently. Mitra recounted the day's events, his voice filled with disbelief. - My friend, trust in what you know and see, not in the words of deceivers, his friend advised. This wise counsel sparked a realization in Mitra, renewing his confidence.
With a newfound resolve, Mitra returned to the village, determined to recover his goat. He found the crooks still celebrating, and approached them calmly. - You have tricked me, but I will not be swayed again, Mitra stated firmly. The crooks, surprised by his return, backed away. Mitra reclaimed his goat, learning a valuable lesson on trust and resilience.
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