The Story of Krishna and the Butter Thief
Long ago, in the village of Gokul, there lived a little boy named Krishna. He was no ordinary boy; he was full of mischief and had a heart as big as the world! Krishna loved playing with his friends, but there was something he loved even more—butter!
Krishna’s mother, Yashoda, made the tastiest butter in the village. She stored it in pots and hung them high up, thinking Krishna couldn’t reach. But Krishna was clever! One day, he gathered his friends and whispered a plan.
“Let’s make a tower!” Krishna said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
His friends stood one on top of the other, making a human ladder. Krishna, being the smallest, climbed all the way to the top. He stretched his hand, grabbed the butter pot, and ate it with a big grin on his face!
But just then, Yashoda walked in. “Krishna!” she exclaimed, “You’re stealing butter again!”
Krishna, with his cheeks puffed full of butter, looked at his mother with innocent eyes and said, “Mother, the butter was too high for me to reach. How could I have taken it?”
Yashoda smiled at her naughty little boy. She knew Krishna was special, and even when he was mischievous, his heart was pure. Instead of scolding him, she hugged him tight.
From that day on, the villagers called Krishna “Makhan Chor,” the butter thief, but they loved him even more because he brought joy and laughter to everyone around him.
And so, Krishna continued to fill the village with happiness, always reminding everyone that love and joy are what truly matter.
The End.
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