We have already told you about the value of birds and beasts in relation to the life of man. We may not be conscious of it, but the fact is, the beasts and birds were also the early teachers of man.
The primitive man learnt how to run, looking at the beasts, the expert runners. His dream of flying, which became a reality thousands of years later, were inspired by the birds. Observing how the bees collected and stored honey, he must have learnt the value of preservation. Looking at the procession of ants and the covey of flying birds, man must have learnt about the worth of being together, acting in a collective way.
The early man did not know which fruit can be eaten and which cannot. In this, too, birds and beasts gave him the clue.
Creatures like jackals and rabbits on the land and the numerous birds resting In the trees taught man what to eat and what to avoid.
They did much more. They informed the primitive man, through their movements and their sounds, when rains and other natural events could be expected.
Thus, in innumerable ways man earned his adulthood through the help of birds and beasts.
Some pilgrims were heading towards Varanasi. Feeling tired they sat down under a tree.
It was a lonely place. Suddenly a giant sprang up before them. “you are pilgrims, are you? You mu.st be, full of compassion for one another. Let me see, one of you must volunteer to come forward to be, eaten up by me. If nobody comes forward, I will eat all of you!’
Each one thought that someone else would volunoteer to die. Nobody came forward.
“I will eat all of you, one by one” announced the giant. At once everybody began to cry and whimper.
One member of the party, Sushil, who had been left behind reached there just then. He learn what the situation is. He came closer to the giant and said, “Here I, am. You may eat me and spare the rest.”
The giant caught hold of him and lifted him up but said, “My brave friend, you are really noble. For your sake, I’ll not harm anybody!” He then left Sushil and went away, laughing loudly.
A STITCH IN TIME
Little Rahul was playing with his friends in the park when he fell down. His head hit a sharp stone. There was pandemonium as blood flowed profusely from a deep gash on his forehead. Fortunately, his mother Seema was present in the park. Other adults and children came running to help and Rahul was rushed to the nearby clinic. As luck would have it, this . was a posh, super-speciality clinic run by the highly qualified Dr. Mohan. He promptly attended to the boy and expertly stitched up the gaping wound. Antibiotics and painkillers were given. At the end, Seema enquired, “Doctor, your fees…?” Dr. Mohan replied, “Six hundred and fifty rupees – fifty rupees for consultation and six hundred rupees for the six stitches!”
“Oh!” said Seema as if she got a shock. “I’m deeply grateful for one thing, Doctor…” she paused. “Yes?” asked the doctor, expecting a further declaration of gratitude for his quick medical care. “I’m thankful,” went on Seema, “that you are not my tailor!”