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Tales of the Gods
There was an old monkey lying across the path, and he would not get up. His tail lay stretched the whole width of the trail.
There was an old monkey lying across the path, and he would not get up.
His tail lay stretched the whole width of the trail. He looked as if he had been there a while and meant to stay.
The Pandavas were in exile, living in the forest.
The wind carried something to Draupadi one day. It was the scent of a flower she remembered, and had loved, and now wanted again.
Bhima went to find it. Of course he did. Anything that needed a body thrown at it went to Bhima.
The rest of this story, read aloud, and a new one every day.