- Panchatantra Tales Introduction
- First Strategy – The Loss of Friends
- The Monkey And The Wedge
- The Jackal And The Drum
- The Fall And Rise Of A Merchant
- The Foolish Sage And The Jackal
- The Crafty Crane And The Craftier Crab
- The Cunning Hare and The Witless Lion
- The Bug and The Poor Flea
- The Story of The Blue Jackal
- The Camel, The Jackal And The Crow
- The Bird Pair and The Sea
- Tale of The Three Fish
- The Elephant and The Sparrow
- The Lion and The Jackal
- Suchimukha and The Monkey
- How a Sparrow Came to Grief
- The Foolish Crane and The Mongoose
- The King and The Foolish Monkey
- Second Strategy – Gaining Friends
- The Crow-Rat Discourse – Panchatantra Tales
- Meeting a New Friend – Panchatantra Tales
- The Hermit and The Mouse – Panchatantra Tales
- Shandili and Sesame Seeds
- Story of The Merchant’s Son
- The Unlucky Weaver
- The Rescue of a Deer
- Third Strategy: Of Crows And Owls
- Elephants and Hares
- The Cunning Mediator
- The Brahmin and The Crooks
- The Brahmin and The Cobra
- The Old Man, His Young Wife and The Thief
- The Tale of Two Snakes
- The Wedding of The Mouse
- Tale of The Golden Droppings
- Frogs That Rode a Snake
- The Croc and The Monkey
- The Lion and The Foolish Donkey
- The Story of The Potter
- A Three-in-One Story
- The Carpenter’s Wife
- The Price of Indiscretion
- The Jackal’s Strategy
- Fifth Strategy – Imprudence
- The Brahmani and The Mongoose
- The Lion That Sprang to Life
- The Tale of Two Fish and a Frog
- The Story of The Weaver
- The Miserly Father
- Tale Of The Bird With Two Heads
Moral: When things go wrong, use your wit to overcome the situation.
Once upon a time an old crane lived on the rim of a large lake in the middle of a jungle. Because of age, it was not able to prey on fish and other insects. Unable to suffer hunger, the crane stood on the edge of the lake and began crying pitiably. Moved at the sight, a crab passing by asked the crane: “Friend, what is the matter? Why are you not hunting for food today?”
“Son, you have correctly guessed. I am feeling guilty because I have swallowed too many fish. I have decided to fast unto death and am not harming even the fish that are within my reach,” said the crane.
“But why are you so philosophical today,” asked the crab.
“What shall I tell you? I have heard that there will be no rains for the coming twelve years. Astrologers have forecast an evil conjunction of the planets. As a result, there won’t be rains on this earth for another twelve years. All these years we have all played and lived together. I am now worried about the fate waiting for these poor fish and other creatures in the lake. They will die and I will be alone and without them.”
“Is there no way we can save ourselves?”
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“At present, fish and other water creatures in other lakes are migrating to bigger lakes with the help of their relatives. Here, nobody seems to worry about the dark future. At this rate, there won’t be any kind of fish left.”
The crab carried this information to all the fish and other water creatures in the lake. Alarmed, all of them came to the crane and pleaded with him to show them the way to overcome this danger.
“Why not. There is a big lake not far from here that has plenty of water throughout the year and lotuses always in bloom. That lake does not go dry even if there are no rains for twenty-four years. I can ferry all of you one by one to that lake.”
The poor fish and other water creatures at once put all the trust in the crane and agreed to be ferried. Every day, the crane would take one of them at a time to a lonely place, smash them against a stone and eat them. He would return to the lake and repeat the trick every day.
One day the crab asked the crane, “Uncle, you are taking everyone to the faraway lake and not me. Why don’t you take me there today and save my life?”
Tired with eating fish every day, the crane too was happy to carry the crab to the lake that did not exist. The crab was happy and mounted on the back of the crane. As the crane was flying close to the spot where he ate all the fish, the crab saw a heap of fish bones and asked the crane, “Uncle, we have come a long distance and I see no lake anywhere. Tell me, where is the lake?”
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“You are a fool to trust me. There is no lake. Nor is there water. Say your prayers now; I am going to kill you.” The crafty crab at once caught the neck of the crane in his claws and tore through it to death. Slowly, carrying the crane’s neck, the crab reached the lake where all his friends, worried that the crane did not come back, asked him what made him come back.
The crab said, “you fools, that crane was taking all of us to a lonely place where it would smash the victims against a rock and have them for lunch. I found out his mischief and saved myself by slicing his neck. From today, all of us can live happily without fear.”
The Crafty Crane And The Craftier Crab – Panchatantra Tales by Vishnu Sharma
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