The Brahmin sat cross legged outside his hut praying. The palms of his hands pressed close together in front of his face.
Three noises broke the silence: The first was the roar of an excited tiger; the second the squeak of a frightened mousedog; the third was the puffing and panting of that same mousedog as he ran towards the hut.
“And…”, said the Brahmin, seeing that the mousedog would be caught before he could reach the safety of the hut, “those who stray so far need the power to protect themselves.”
He slowly opened his hands and the mousedog became a fierce mousetiger who turned on his pursuer and let out a blood-thirsty growl that sent the tiger running, tail down, back to its deep, dark forest.
“And…”, said the Brahmin.
“And…”, said the mousetiger, “I shall take better care, and remember who I am.”
Now mousetiger was afraid of nothing and everything and everyone was afraid of mousetiger, and, do you know, he liked things that way. The people from the villages ran screaming when they saw him, and he became very proud of himself.
The frightened villagers went to the Brahmin and asked him why he kept such a terrifying pet that spent all its time scaring them.
“What you see is a fierce mousetiger,” said the Brahmin, “what I see is a mouse, and that is all he really is.”
And… from that moment on none of the villagers was frightened of mousetiger, they all knew that, after all, he was just a mouse.
Mousetiger was angry, very angry, he had enjoyed himself scaring the villagers, and most of all he had enjoyed the feeling he got when he saw their fear and misery.
"My master the Brahmin has betrayed me, he has made me a figure of fun, it is time he felt the sharpness of a mousetiger’s teeth. I shall go to his hut and eat him up."
The Brahmin sat cross legged outside his hut praying. The palms of his hands pressed close together in front of his face.
Three noises broke the silence: The first was the roar of an excited mousetiger; the second the sound of the Brahmin slowly opening his hands; the third was the squeak of a frightened mouse.
“And…”, said the Brahmin.
Three noises broke the silence: The first was the swoop of an hungry crow; the second the squeak of a frightened mouse; the third was the sound of a crow swallowing hard, hungry no more.
And… I shall leave you to tell me the moral of our story and how it should apply to the way we should live our lives today.
