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Tales of the Gods
The baby was hungry, and he saw the fruit. It was hanging low over the horizon, round and red and ripe, and it was the sun.
The baby was hungry, and he saw the fruit.
It was hanging low over the horizon, round and red and ripe, and it was the sun.
He did not know that. He knew it looked like breakfast. So he jumped.
An ordinary child cannot leave the ground.
This one crossed the sky.
He went up fast. Fast enough that Indra, king of the gods, looked down and saw something closing on the sun at a speed nothing was supposed to travel. He made his decision in a hurry.
He threw the vajra.
The rest of this story, read aloud, and a new one every day.