A showdown!
The hero of this story lived in a village bordering a wild forest. He was destined to be a lucky hunter! Wherever he would spread his net, he was sure to catch a deer.
He hated the life of hunter-killing innocent animals for their flesh and skin! He dicided to have a showdown with the God of Destiny!
The man caught fine deer in his net which he had spread in the forest. He kept a portion for himself and presented the rest of the deer to the villagers.
The next day he spread his net in front of his hut. A deer came out of the forest just to get caught in the net! The whole village enjoyed the feast of deer flesh. On the third day he spread the net on the roof of his hut. Surely no deer would climb on the thatched roof of a hut.
The God of Destiny was puffing and cursing since he had to carry a deer to place it in the net. He climbed on the fragile roof, carrying the heavy deer and somehow climbed down unhurt after placing the deer in the net.
On the fourth day the man spread his net on top of a tree full of thorn on its trunk. Destiny had a tough time, puffing, panting, cursing and bleeding before his supreme task was completed.
On the fifth day the man spread the net on top of a tall tree and smeared its trunk with Castor oil.
Destiny had finally met his match. To carry a deer and climb a tall thin tree smeared with caster oil!
He ran to the hut of the man, knelt to the man praying him to spare him of any further troubles!
A god kneeling to a man?
The man agreed to spare the God of Destiny of any further troubles - provided he would rewrite his destiny.
The God of Destiny promptly agreed.
Both of them were happy to get off each other's throat at last.
The hero of this story lived in a village bordering a wild forest. He was destined to be a lucky hunter! Wherever he would spread his net, he was sure to catch a deer.
He hated the life of hunter-killing innocent animals for their flesh and skin! He dicided to have a showdown with the God of Destiny!
The man caught fine deer in his net which he had spread in the forest. He kept a portion for himself and presented the rest of the deer to the villagers.
The next day he spread his net in front of his hut. A deer came out of the forest just to get caught in the net! The whole village enjoyed the feast of deer flesh. On the third day he spread the net on the roof of his hut. Surely no deer would climb on the thatched roof of a hut.
The God of Destiny was puffing and cursing since he had to carry a deer to place it in the net. He climbed on the fragile roof, carrying the heavy deer and somehow climbed down unhurt after placing the deer in the net.
On the fourth day the man spread his net on top of a tree full of thorn on its trunk. Destiny had a tough time, puffing, panting, cursing and bleeding before his supreme task was completed.
On the fifth day the man spread the net on top of a tall tree and smeared its trunk with Castor oil.
Destiny had finally met his match. To carry a deer and climb a tall thin tree smeared with caster oil!
He ran to the hut of the man, knelt to the man praying him to spare him of any further troubles!
A god kneeling to a man?
The man agreed to spare the God of Destiny of any further troubles - provided he would rewrite his destiny.
The God of Destiny promptly agreed.
Both of them were happy to get off each other's throat at last.
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