There
was a sickly young girl who always seemed to be at death’s door. Her neighbour
was a widow, bent with age.
Whenever
she caught sight of the girl she would shake her head sadly and say: “Oh God,
why do you torment that poor child...if you want a life take this old woman!”
One
evening a bull in the village, put its head into a large black pot to get at
some grain at the bottom, and then couldn’t get its head out. Frightened and
confused, it ran hither and thither, unable to see where it was going because
its eyes were covered by the pot.
Meanwhile,
the old woman , was visiting her neighbor. She came out and as usual began
shaking her head and saying that if God wanted a life he should take hers.
Suddenly she became aware that a powerfully-built beast, apparently headless,
was rushing at her.
“Yama(the God of Death) has come for me!” she thought and was filled with terror.
“Mercy, my Lord, mercy!” she screeched, falling to her
knees in front of the advancing bull. “Spare me. There’s a sickly girl next
door. Take her instead!”
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