Once in a big village lived
many robbers. They would roam around the streets and steal as they willed, out
of these, one particular thief used to regularly attend the spiritual
discourses given by the local sadhu at the village temple.
Once, while on his way to
the assembly his foot was pricked by a thorn. It became red and swollen, that
night he couldn't join his team for their nightly looting, his friends,
however, carried on without him.
There was a king in that
town who had a lot of wealthy the robbers decided to rob the king that night
they broke into the king's treasury and succeeded in escaping with millions and
millions of rupees overnight, they shared the wealth amongst themselves and
slept as millionaires.
Hearing of this success,
the thief that didn't go was scolded by his family "Just because you went
to the assembly you got hurt and failed to join your friends in that robbery
you had to sit here and waste your time you didn't get a single penny and
they're all millionaires."
While these words were
being repeatedly said the king's army had arrived they had tracked the robbers
down and collected all of them for execution even the innocent thief was lined
up for death. All of the robbers, including the innocent one, were lined up
ready to be executed.
At that time all the
villagers had gathered in the court the sadhu and the local villagers stood up
as witnesses and said that the last thief that had been hurt by a thorn had not
gone out stealing that night and the king set him free.
Artinya....
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