"Get out " said the Brahmin as he chased the hapless cow with a stick in his hand. " This is the last time this wretch is going to ruin my garden" he thought to himself. Whack ; He struck her yet once again. The cow ran faster now, her eyes glazed with fear. It was then that misfortune struck. The cow tried to jump across the fencing. Her attempt landed her right in the middle of the fence on a sharp stump of an Acacia tree. The stump pierced her heart and killed her instantly. In ancient India it was a sin to kill a cow as it was considered sacred. The Brahmin was summoned to the kings court. " Are you the Brahmin who killed a cow" asked the King renowned for his adherence to truth. The Brahmin was prepared for this question. Feigning reverence for the King, who never tolerated falsehood, the Brahmin said " O mighty king, there is nothing I do on my own. As you are aware, all the sense organs of man are controlled by Lord Indra; ...
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