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The Saintly Stork

At the top of a very tall tamarind tree, far a great white stork named Bebaka. From his huge untidy nest of twigs and leaves, he could look down on the nests of the all other birds, across the rice fields, and over the houses of the people.

And so he sat one morning, surveying his domain, his long yellow beak clattering and his head shaking gently from side to side.

It had been a good year in the village with plenty of rain. The paddy fields were alive with eels, crabs, frogs and fishes. The only problem was that so much food meant there were too many storks.

The flock had become so large that there were arguments over food every day.

Why, only yesterday some young upstart had the nerve to pinch a fat fish from Bebaka's very beak. He certainly wasn't getting the respect he deserved and he was determined to do something about it.

As he sat thinking about his unhappiness, Bebaka looked down at the temple below. A festival was in progress.

A brightly dressed group of people made their way into the inner courtyard. They placed their towering offerings, made out of fruit, flowers and multi-colored rice cakes, on a large platform and then kneeled to pray.

Overseeing the ceremony was the high priest, the Pedanda. Dressed in fine white robes and hat, his jewelled fingers held a silver prayer bell which tinkled gaily as he chanted his holy prayers. It was clear that he ruled the roost in the village.

Later that day, when the ceremony was over and everyone had fded out, the priest took his daily walk past the river. As he passed one of the deep pools, he rang his silver bell.

Bebaka nearly fell off his perch when he saw what happened next. Five of the fattest carp he had ever seen emerged to pay their respects to the priest. And what was more, they were accompanied by a very large and juicy-looking mud crab. The priest chatted to the creatures, threw them some rice and went on his way.

As Bebaka watched, he thought of a cunning plan. He would become Pedanda Bebaka—the holy bird—the master of all God's creatures! He would be a supremely wise old bird who would, finally, command the respect that he deserved.

Bebaka felt much better. He also felt rather hungry.

It wasn't long before he had gathered what he needed to look like a saintly stork. Round his ankles were two gold rings set with blood-red rubies. Round his shoulders draped a rich red cape. Around his neck strung a necklace of holy beads and on his head sat a felt hat adorned with flowers of beaten gold topped by a sparkling diamond. After an age of preening and admiring his reflection in a nearby pond, Bebaka set off in the direction of the river.

Arriving at the same deep pools where he had seen the priest, Bebaka stood on the riverbank on one leg and jangled his prayer bell. He was by now quite famished.

Soon enough several fat fish and the meaty mud crab appeared. A little startled to see the stork rather than the priest, they gaped in awe at Bebaka as he intoned a prayer and gave his blessing.

The mud crab spoke first. "What are you doing here?" he asked the bird. "Has the Pedanda sent you? What do you want from us?"

Bebaka rolled his head and replied: "I have been sent here to warn you that you are in very grave danger. Men with large poles and nets are on their way, as we speak, to catch you and take you home for their tea."

"Oh no!" cried the carp. "Whatever shall we do? We have heard stories about these men and their fishing rods. How can we escape?"

"Don't be afraid," answered Bebaka. "I am here to save you. I will myself take you out of this pool to safer waters. Just jump into my mouth and I will fly you to a place where you will never have to be afraid again."

The mud crab looked doubtful, but the fish were so scared they were ready to believe the holy bird.

As Bebaka opened his mouth, the first of the fish jumped into his lower beak. Bebaka gently closed his mouth and flew off. Their flight was very short because, as soon as they were out of sight of the others, Bebaka flew down to a large rock and prepared to enjoy his meal.

This fish was much bigger than the small fishes he was used to scooping up in his large beak in the paddy and it took him rather a long time to swallow the fat carp whole. As the fish went down his gullet it wriggled and twisted but soon enough it was safely in Bebaka's stomach. Bebaka burped loudly with appreciation and spat out the bony remains of the fish. He left these bones on the rock below.

Then he flew back to the deep pool and repeated the journey with the second carp, who soon found out to his horror that Bebaka was not a holy stork at all.

In no time, Bebaka had gobbled five fish and left their bones on the rock. He was very full indeed. But being a greedy bird, and believing he still had room for one more tasty morsel, he flew over to the pool and found the juicy mud crab.

"Where exactly have you taken those fishes?" asked the crab who was a rather suspicious fellow.

"Oh, I have taken them out of harm's way," said Bebaka, "to a place where no one will make a meal of them."

"But you weren't gone very long," argued the crab. "How do I know I will be safe from these fishermen you speak of?"

"I am a holy stork," answered Bebaka. "I am all-seeing and all-knowing, so I guarantee if you come with me you will never encounter the fisherman's net."

The crab studied Bebakas holy garb a moment longer, then decided to put aside his fears and go along with him.

As Bebaka opened his mouth, the crab jumped in and the pair took off. As they flew, the crab peered out with his swivelling eyes to watch where they were going.

When Bebaka landed on his rock once more, the crab's eyes nearly fell out in shock. He had spied the pile of fish bones and realized to his horror that Bebaka was not a saint at all, but just a greedy bird who had eaten his friends.

Bebaka tried to swallow the crab as he had the other fish, but that wasn't a very smart thing to do. The crab, with its hard shell and strong pincers, didn't go down well at all. He started a merry dance in Bebaka's throat, and then clamped as hard as he could on the bird's gullet. Bebaka started to choke. He coughed and coughed, but the crab hung on with all his might. Bebaka shook his head from side to side, trying to fling the creature from his mouth. But still the crab held on.

Finally Bebaka collapsed in a heap next to the bones of his fishy victims.

The crab quickly crawled out and buried himself in a hole in the riverbank. "What a lucky escape!" he thought to himself.

Bebaka miraculously began to breathe again. After a little while, the crab stuck his head out of the hole and asked the stork, who was still lying on the ground: "Are you alive?"

"Only just," replied Bebaka softly.

"Let this be a lesson to you," said the crab. "You lied to us. You pretended to be a holy bird when you were nothing of the kind."

"I am sorry," said Bebaka, full of remorse. His brush with death had made him realize how precious life was. He was also ashamed of his trickery.

Slowly he dragged himself up and, head bowed in shame, he took off his priest's clothes and discarded his bell. Once he had regained his strength, he flew home to his nest and decided that, from then on, he would be the holiest of holy birds. He wouldn't tell any more lies and he would share whatever he had with anyone who came along.