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The Night Raider

One day Dala Tarwadi's wife told her husband she would like to make brinjal sambhar and asked him to get a brinjal. Dala Tarwadi stole into Vasaram Bhuvo's field where brinjals grew in abundance. But he did not just take one and run. He was a man of integrity and felt that he should ask permission to take the vegetables. So crouching beside the brinjal plants he whispered:

"Field, field, may I take a brinjal?"

Then answering for the field replied: "Why just one, dear Tarwadi? Take ten or twelve."

Then he took a dozen brinjals and sneaked out of the field. A few days later he raided the field again. And then once more.

The owner of the field, Vasaram Bhuvo, a giant of a man and the most hard-working farmer in the village realised that somebody was stealing his brinjals and began to keep a watch on his field. One night he saw Tarwadi sneak in and followed him. Tarwadi, unaware that he had an audience, as usual asked for and gave himself permission to take the brinjals. But before he could touch them, Vasaram caught hold to him and carried him away. He dumped him at the edge of a pond.

"Pond, pond," said Vasaram, "how many times should I dip this wretch into your water?"

And answering for the pond, replied: "Not just once, dear Bhuvo. Dip him into it a hundred or two hundred times or more."

When Tarwadi staggered home later that night he was soaking wet --but he was cured of his thieving ways for ever.




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