Sanskrit literature -- Translations into English; Tales -- India
5. Can a friendship be a true one if the motive for it is
self-interest?
6. Would it have been wise or foolish for the mouse to agree to be
friends with the crow?
CHAPTER IV
Hiranya, on hearing the last remark of Laghupatin, hesitated, and in
the end he agreed that he would have supper with the crow that very
evening. “There is plenty of rice here,” he said, “which we can eat on
the spot. It would be impossible for you to get into my hole, and I am
certainly not disposed to visit you in your nest.” So the two at once
began their meal, and before it was over they had become good friends.
Not a day passed without a meeting, and when all the rice was eaten up,
each of the two would bring something to the feast. This had gone on
for some little time, when the crow, who was fond of adventure and
change, said one day to the mouse: “Don’t you think we might go
somewhere else for a time? I am rather tired of this bit of the forest,
every inch of which we both know well. I’ve got another great friend
who lives beside a fine river a few miles away, a tortoise named
Mandharaka; a thoroughly good, trustworthy fellow he is, though rather
slow and cautious in his ways. I should like to introduce you to him.
There are quantities of food suitable for us both where he lives, for
it is a very fruitful land. What do you say to coming with me to pay
him a visit?”
“How in the world should I get there?” answered Hiranya. “It’s all very
well for you, who can fly. I can’t walk for miles and miles. For all
that I too am sick of this place and would like a change.”
“Oh, there’s no difficulty about that,” replied Laghupatin. “I will
carry you in my beak, and you will get there without any fatigue at
all.” To this Hiranya consented, and very early one morning the two
friends started off together.
7. Is love of change a good or a bad thing?
8. What did Hiranya’s readiness to let Laghupatin carry him show?
CHAPTER V
After flying along for several hours, the crow began to feel very
tired. He was seized too with a great desire to hear his own voice
again. So he flew to the ground, laid his little companion gently down,
and gave vent to a number of hoarse cries, which quite frightened
Hiranya, who timidly asked him what was the matter.
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