Little Krishna - The Legendary Warrior - English

Kamsa! the arrogant cruel king of Mathura... ...was petrified of his end, at the hands of his 'Angel of death'. Little Krishna! the legendary warrior of Vrindavan... I shall search the length and breadth of this world... ...and find you!! He kept sending his ferocious demons, one after another... ...in order to kill Krishna. Hah! This can't be the right way. It's the right way. You! Go into the cave! But...but this is where the Fire Demon dwells! Surely he will devour me. Go into the cave or I w

ill throw you in! Aaaahhhhhhh!! The insolent humans who disturb my slumber... ...shall sleep FOREVER! HELP! IT BURNS! AAAAAHHHH!! I've lured you out of your oven this time, foolish fire demon! You'll burn in hell for this. And I'll do the burning myself. You'll burn no one... ...after I extinguish you. You've lost this time, demon! Indeed I have, Pralambasura. But next time I'll get you. What brings you to this scorched world, my old friend? Orders from Kamsa! We are to destroy the angel of deat

h,before he can destroy master Kamsa. I have heard of the boy's magic. If we work together, surely one of us will find him...and kill him. We cannot be sure which child is the one... ...so we'll just have to kill them all. That should be an easy task. The forests are like a tinder box from the summer heat. Hmm..I'll burn them down... ...and flush out the children that play amidst their shade... ...and our "angel" will soon be ashes. Present your torches! To Munjavana! Your music is so sweet and

melodious, Krishna! Even the trees seem happy to hear it. They may be, but not as happy as I am to see that! I know what you are thinking, my brother! I'm thinking what I always think, Balaram... ...how to fill my tummy with the bliss of our gopis' milk. And this time I'm ready for them. Madhu, Subala, we have royal duties to do. Royal duties?! Yes, Isn't it. That's not the way to keep it from falling, Vishaka! Look how well Radha is balancing her pot! O, Radha is the "queen" of Vrindavan. She g

ets everything right. We'd better catch up to the others before... Stop! What are you smuggling in those treasure pots of yours? We're carrying the same thing we carried yesterday when you stopped us. And the day before! And the day before that! Aha! I knew you were smuggling golden treasure. It's not treasure. It's just butter. Butter!! Oh, you must pay a hefty tax on that to my stomach, er, I mean, to my king! We've told you a hundred times, we're not paying any tax. We can see right through t

hose fake costumes of yours. We know who you really are! Then you know who I am, the king's most feared tax collector, and if I don't get my share, I mean the king's share, I can be very dangerous. Well, Mr. Tax Collector, sir, you may tell your king that we only pay taxes to our queen. Queen Radha. Bu..But, She is no queen. Just look at how she is dressed... ...like a milk maid. Indeed! She carries a pot of milk on her head instead of a crown. And you have a monkey on yours. He is king of the m

onkeys. What's going on? We will return for the taxes later. Uh, the king requires our immediate attention. Was he trying to collect taxes from you again? That boy will never give up his pranks! As if anyone would believe he's a tax collector. Everyone knows he is our darling little Krishna. Sudha! He will never stop his mischief... ...if we pamper him every time he steals our milk and butter. We must teach him a good lesson. But not too harsh, I hope. Don't worry. When we're through with Krishn

a... ...he will never bother you with his tax collecting again. Well, where is my share of the "taxes", brother? There is nothing to share. We'll starve at the rate those girls pay their taxes. But at least we won't starve of music. Play for us, Krishna. Ah! Your music is as satisfying to the ear as butter is to my belly. Well, almost as satisfying. Krishna's beautiful music gives us more energy than mere food. Come, let's use our newfound strength and have a tug - o'- war! Grab hold, Krishna. T

he losers will carry the winners on their shoulders to the river and back. PULL NOW! Oh! Yaah! Ugh! Whoa! You're going to go swimming now! Not before you do! Wait! It's the children! Rise up, Fire Demon, your task is at hand! There is the angel of death! How "heartwarming". Ha, ha, ha! I shall enjoy licking his flesh with my flames. No. If you approach them now they may run away. Let me lead them deep into the forest, then you can carry out Kamsa's orders and set the trees ablaze. One way or the

other they will not escape alive. A blazingly brilliant scheme, Pralambasura. To the forest. Hurry! I'm going to have fun" playing" with them. Uh, I can't play anymore, Balaram. Something desperately urgent has come up. What is it, brother? There are taxes to collect! But what about the tug -o'- war? The teams are uneven without you. You! Come here! Yes, you. Hurry! What's your name? Pralam......Pragosh. Well, Pragosh, it's good of you to come join us. My friends need your help. But... I'll be

back soon, with milk and butter for the winners! I'll just have to bring these boys into the forest first... ...and then the angel of death will follow. Ha! The girls are alone this time. I hope you're hungry, Dadhi, because today they are going to pay a very heavy tax! Aw..That's far enough! Don't just stand there... ...BURN IT ALL DOWN! That's far enough! You'll not get away so easily this time! Now you will pay your taxes or face the wrath of the king's personal guard. Hiiiya! Hoy! Ah! Yaaahh

ooo!! Call him off! We will pay the taxes. GUARD! A very wise choice, indeed. Now hand it over. The king of Vrindavan will be pleased. Very pleased! Caught you! Well, sir tax collector, you got your share this time. Now we're going to get our share and tell your mother, Yashoda, that you've been extorting milk and butter from these poor girls. Won't she be surprised to learn her "darling Krishna"... ... has given up cow herding and is now the king's personal tax collector? No, please, don't tell

her. She will be very angry. As she should be! Please let me go! I promise I'll never dress up as a tax collector again. No, you won't... ...because we're going to teach you how to dresss up properly... when carrying milk and butter, aren't we Chandrika? Yes! We are, indeed! We're almost there... ...just a little more... Ptew! Agh! Oh! Eyew! Yay! Alright! We did it! C'mon, then, carry us to the river! Well, don't just stand there looking like a loser, bend down and carry me to the river. I bend

for no one... ...except for the great Balaram. I shall carry you, but not to the river. You're slow as an elephant! Faster! Faster! Now he looks like a proper milk maid. If only Yashoda could see him now. Oh, please, no! But you look so...beautiful. Yashoda is lucky to have such an angelic "daughter". Maybe my son, Subala, will marry you. Then you will be my daughter, too. Please! let me go! I promise I'll never dressup as a tax collecter again. You certainly won't! But you will pay one! Are yo

u satisfied, now that I have paid your tax of shame and embarrassment? Will you please let me go? Not before you dance for us. Go on, Dadhi, play! Dance, Krishna, dance! Common Krishna dance! Stop! Stop! Stop! I think you've lost your way. No, Balaram, I know exactly where I am. Pragosh?! What on earth are you doing? So, you have come to kill me, eh? And your friends as well. The Fire Demon will be roasting them any minute now. Is that so? Well, we shall see who will go to the land of the dead.

Indeed we shall! Ha, ha, ha! Arrgh! Oohh! Quiet! Listen! The cows are in danger! Krishna! Help us! Why are you stopping? You're not done paying your tax yet. Krishna! Don't you hear it? Help us! Look! My dear mothers, your sons are in the forest and they are calling out for my help. I must go! Subala! Sudama! Looking for me? You are as slow as your are ugly! But I will fix that. Aaahh! That's much better. Lakshmi! Tulasi! Where are the cows? They wandered into the forest in search of greener gr

ass. We never should have left them and gone off to play. Or to collect taxes! They're caught in the fire! They're too afraid to come! They will come for my call. Bhama, you're okay! My little Tulasi! You are safe now, Sundari! Oh, Lakshmi! This should trip up his plans. The fire! It's all around us! And so hot! There's no way out! Oh, don't take it off. Your horrible face will scare away all the forest animals. That will be the last time you joke with the mighty Pralambasura! I don't think so.

Ha, ha, ha! Now I shall squeeze the life out of you like a bug. Pralambasura is killing your brother this very moment. And I shall devour you with flames and rid my master Kamsa of his curse of death. O Krishna, please save us! Do not be afraid. No harm will come to you as long as I am with you. Now all of you, just lie back on the grass, close your eyes and imagine a cool summer breeze blowing over you. What's the matter, don't want your friends to see the great hero burned alive? Oh, it's not

that I am concerned about. It's just that I didn't want them to see the horrible fate I have in store for you. NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Ha! You'll soon be dead! Kamsa will be pleased. Ah, but you are mistaken. Kamsa will be very disappointed... ...when he finds out you are the one who is dead. Aaaahhhh!! Nap time's over! The fire...it's gone! Yeah! You did it! Krishna saved us! And the cows too! O thank you, thank you, Krishna! But what about Balaram? The Fire Demon said the other one was killing him!!

Don't be fooled by that old wind bag. Everything he said is just a bunch of "hot air"! Stop that horrible noise! It's giving me a headache. Pour me some nectar I'm sorry, my lord, but Pralambasura is...dead. Hmm. DEAD?! Yes, my lord. We cannot be sure, but we think he may have been killed by... ...your Angel of Death. The prophecy is true. He'll kill me, next...if I don't kill him first. Aaaahhh!! There must be someone who can destroythat child before he destroys me! If I may suggest, my lord,

Aristasura, the bull, is a fearsome demon. I will never forget when he uprooted mountainswith his horns and threw them in the air!! Yes...he was a deadly bull! If anyone can kill my Angel of Death it is Aristasura. Order him to come at once. Hurry! Yes, my lord. Vrindavan. So this is where Kamsa's Angel of Death lives. But not for long. These garlands will make this year's Surya-puja... ...the most beautiful one ever. And I'll be the most beautiful gopi at the sun festival. Stop day-dreaming, Vi

shaka, or we won't finish in time for the festival. Radha! What are you doing?! Picking flowers for Surya-puja. Picking flowers without my permission is what you are doing. We don't need your permission. Did you see that? This thief is ruining my flowers. Who made you king of the forest? You've never sown a single seed or watered a single plant. You are the one who is ruining the kusuma-vana... ...with your cows and wild friends. And, Who are you to defame a pious,righteous person such as me? Ha

! The pious and righteous Krishna killeda woman right after his birth. Putana was a wicked witch who came to kill Krishna! Not only that, he lied to his mother... ...and stole butter fromthe houses of the neighboring gopis. Yes, and it was delicious, too. And when he became a little older, he went so far as to steal the clothes of the young gopi girls. Laugh all you want. That is the extent of Krishna's pious, saintly conduct. So says you! But I am... ...getting yourself deeper into trouble with

every word! He's a butter thief! He's a butter thief! He's a butter thief! I can see my divine righteousness is not appreciated here. Let's go find some better grazing. Momma! Such a frightened child cannot be the one I'm looking for. Oh, Komala, where is my little angel? Each day I count every beat of my heart as I wait for his return. I know how you feel, Yashoda. I, too, anxiously await his return... ...to hear what miraculous feats Krishna has performed today. Miraculous feats!? Ah, yes. I

shall lay in wait for this one called...Krishna. Lalita! Vishaka! I've found the most beautiful flowers. If only I could reach them. What's that jingling? Probably just a cow bell. Go back to sleep. That's no cow bell. What is it? What are you going to do? Pay back Radha for her insolence. We need more flowers, Radha. Don't be in such a hurry. I'll get them. They're so much lower now. The gods must be looking down on me. Oh... Got you! Aaaaaaahhhhh! Lalita! Vishaka! Help! Aha! The flower thieves

are back. We must guard these trees day and night, boys. Let go, Radha. We'll catch you. Oh! Aaah! Ow! Bah! None of those are the one. But if Kamsa's Angel of Death is as "miraculous"... ...as they say, surely he will return quickly... ...if I threaten his village. Krishna! The other boys have already taken the cows home, Krishna. Mother Yashoda will be worried if you don't return soon. I will guard my flowers all night if I have to. Oh! Why are you so stubborn, Krishna? We needed those garland

s for the Surya-puja. That is not my problem. These flowers are for Lord Vishnu now. What was that? It sounded like a...demon! Yes, Krishna, come save your cherished Vrindavan. Ha-ha-ha! Don't go, Krishna. It's a trap. It may be, but I can't ignore the cries of Vrindavan's people! That mad beast is surely a demon! I think you've insulted him! Madhu! Spare him! KRISHNA! Look, Subala, he is just a whining cow. Shall I milk him like I did the others? You won't laugh for long! You are no towering de

mon, but the lowest of creatures. Why do you frighten the good people of Vrindavan? If you have come to challenge me... ...then fight me like a demon, not a worm. Krishna! Run!! Krishna! Look out!! Krishna! O Krishna! Savior of Vrindavan! Have some sweets, my darling! Mmm. Thank you. Mmmm. Delicious. That's enough...really. Mmmm. Okay, one more. Here, you should have some, too. Oh! I've eaten enough sweets to fill a demon's belly. I need to lay down. And I need more laddus. Well, little brother,

today you have surely added to your list of great miracles. You mean, added to his list of sins, don't you? Now the "pious and righteous" Krishna has killed a bull, as well. He was not a bull, but a terrible demon disguised as a bull. O Krishna, that may be true. Still, he was a male cow... ...and you must atone for your sin. Hmm.. Very well, I shall bathe in the Yamuna...tomorrow. Ha! That's not enough! Lalita is right. To atone for such a grave sin, you must purify yourself by bathing in ever

y holy river in the world. I...I... ...I've got a great idea! Why wander throughout the world... when I can bring all the holy rivers here and take my bath in them? Oh, Krishna! Stop dreaming! Am I? Just watch! I am Ganga, daughter of Himavan, King of the Mountains. I am Kaveri, granted the form of a river by Lord Brahma himself. I am Godavari. My water is sweet, like you, dear Krishna. I am Saraswati, and always connected with the Vedas, saints and Lord Vishnu. I am Narmada, and I have comefrom

the body of Lord Shiva. And I am your favorite, Yamuna, daughter of Surya,the Sun god I will be cleansed simply by your touch! Please enter my waters. It will be my pleasure. Ah! This pond shall be called Shyama Kund! Its holy waters are so refreshing. Now I have become pure from bathing in my Shyama Kunda. But you three have become contaminated from siding with the demon, Aristasura. Come, bathe away your sins in my pond. No! The water in your pond is soiled by your sin. We shall make our own

pond. Yes! Right here where Aristasura dug his hoof into the earth. That is a beautiful crater, Radha. But where is your holy water? It will come. If you're waiting for the rain, I'm sorry to report there isn't a cloud in the sky. Are you sure you won't accept someof my "contaminated" water? No thank you! We'll bring pure water from the Manasi Ganga. Do you think they could use my help, Balaram? Surely no one else could... ..."fill" their needs, dear brother. Oh! It's no use. It will take a life

time to fill this pond. O Radha, I see you are fatigued and distraught. Please accept our service... ...and allow us to fill your pond with our holy waters. Yes. Thank you. There is no other way. Your pond is even more beautiful than mine. This will always be my favorite pond. I shall come and bathe here every day. Your pond is also very beautiful, Krishna. I shall bathe and play with my friends here every day. Pralambasura and Aristasura's demise... ...created further panic for terrified Kamsa.

Other demons have tried and paid with their lives. What makes you think, that you can succeed where they have failed? Because I am Keshi, and the earth trembles beneath me. I will find your Angel of Death, King Kamsa... ...and crush him beneath my hooves. With these pearl ornaments... ...we'll be the most beautiful gopis at the Dipavali festival. They will surely make us shine as bright as the festival's lights. Do you see the way those poor girls cannot even look at me? It is your magnificent

good looks, brother dear. It blinds them. More likely, they don't want me to see... ...that they are making ornaments to adorn themselves... for the festival of lights. Let's see if they are willing to share their decorations. Please excuse my intrusion, dear gopis, I couldn't help but notice what beautiful ornaments you are making. My friends and I would like to celebrate Dipavali as well, and I was hoping you might spare a few of your pearls... ...so that they can look as fine as you. I didn't

know Subala and Madhu cared so much about their looks. Oh, I didn't mean them. I meant Hamsi and Harini. Dear friends, are you so vain and proud that you cannot even hear my humble pleas... ...to share your ornaments with these noble cows? You are too humble, Krishna. These pearls are fit for kings and queens. Why ask for only enough for two of your cows? Why not ask us to decorate your entire herd? I do not require all your pearls, Lalita, just enough to decorate the four horns of my two favor

ite cows. I'm so sorry, Krishna, but I do not see even one pearl good enough for your cows. Clever girls! Forget it! I'll find my own pearls. Didn't feel like sharing, huh? They have no respect for cows...or me. But they will when I'm done with them. Oh, yes they will. Pearl plants... That's the silliest thing you've ever dreamed up, Krishna. Trust me, mother. If you give me your pearls I will plant them in the field... ...and grow so many I can decorate all of our cows for the Dipavali. Oh, my

dear son, pearls don't sprout like fruit. They come from oysters in the distant ocean. Please, mother, you must give them to me. I promise they will sprout in three days... and you'll have more pearls than you could ever imagine. I simply cannot... ...ever say no to my darling Krishna. Thank you, mother! Thank you! Oh, how I wish we were planting cool sweet yogurt instead of pearls. Don't be ridiculous, Madhu. Yogurt doesn't grow on trees. It grows on your belly! Have you heard the news, Radha?

Everyone is talking about Vrindavan's newest farmer. I heard he's planting pearls. Would you plant my bangles, Krishna, and grow me a new pair? When magnificent pearls begin popping up all over my field... ...we'll see who's teasing whom. You don't suppose we could plant laddus, do you? No, Madhu. But you've given me an idea. Here's what I want you and Subala to do... Girls! Wait! If you want more pearls to plant I'm afraid we're fresh out. Oh, we have plenty of pearls. But Krishna asked if you

could be so kind as to give us... ...some of your delicious milk. He must be very thirsty from all his farm work. It's not that. He wants the milk to water his pearl plants. I'm afraid our milk is not good enough for such a "noble" purpose. Vishaka is right. Krishna's sacred pearls require something better... ...like cactus milk. Is this so? Peacock.. ..He wore a p-p-p-peacock feather on his head, a y-y-yellow dhoti, and he play f-f-f-f-flute. But you're not being fair, Krishna! Your pearl plan

ts aren't the only ones who need milk to grow. You can have all the milk you want, Madhu... ...just as soon as the pearls are as plump as you. Krishna, look! They're sprouting! They're sprouting! Ooooo! They smell heavenly. Even the bees are drunk with their aroma. Aaaah! What is that delightful smell? Your pearls, mother. They're sprouting. They're sprouting all right, but not pearls. Thorns! Krishna, look! A pearl! They're bigger and more beautiful than the ones we planted! We're rich! We'r

e rich! Surely it's another of Krishna's tricks. They must be fake. This is the finest pearl I've ever seen. Just as I feared... ...the quality of Krishna's pearls puts the best of ours to shame. Maybe if we beg him he will share some of his with us. After the way we treated him? The only thing he'll share with us is his ridicule. We'll be the laughingstock of the Dipavali festival. No we won't! We saw Krishna grow his pearls. It's easy. We'll just plant our own field. Yes! Our pearls will be

twice as beautiful as his. Have you all gone mad? Just because Krishna made it look easy you think you can do it? He lifted Govardhana Hill. Can we? Growing pearls is impossible even for demigods. Krishna accomplishes such miracles all the time. Have you ever performed even a single miracle? Growing pearls is not a miracle. It wasn't Krishna's magic,it was the mystic potency of Vrindavan's soil. Yes! The soil of Vrindavan is transcendental, as is the water of the Yamuna. We'll plant our pearl

s, and water them not just with milk, but with butter and ghee as well. Then ours will be even bigger and more beautiful than Krishna's. Come! Wait! Why use these inferior pearls... ...when our mother's pearls are so much bigger? Yes! The bigger the seeds the better the fruit! Vishaka! Radha! Oh... I promise, mother, you will getten times the pearls in return. Are you girls sure of what you are doing? Yes, mother, as sure as we are of the sunrise. Silly girls. They've been at it for days. Th

e only thing they're growing is weeds. But with all that butter and ghee they're pouring out, they will be very tasty weeds. This is a disaster! You want them to grow pearls? No! I want them to stop wastingthat delicious butter and ghee. Krishna, my dear friend,could you loan me your yellow dhoti, flute and peacock feather? Oh, you're a clever one, Madhu. think the girls might just share some of their butter and gheewith a tired, "humble" pearl farmer. Who's there? Krishna! If you've come to b

argain for our superior pearls you're wasting your time. I'm too ashamed to show my face. It is obvious you are better pearl farmers than I. If only you'd share a little of your yummy butter and ghee I might be able to make my inferior pearls grow half as big and beautifulas yours will surely be. Well, now that you've come to yoursenses and humbled yourself to us, I suppose we could spare you a little. Mmmmm. Thank you!Aaaaah! Mmmm! Oohhhhh! Gopikas! Come here! Have you noticed that our pearl

plants look different than Krishna's? Ow! Lalita is right. Our field has produced nothing but...THORN BUSHES! Shhh! We mustn't let anyone findout...especially our mothers! Congratulations! I hear you've had a prosperous harvest. Who told you? A little birdie. With a thorn stuck in his foot! Come, my friends, we must decorateour cows for the festival. Our mothers will be very upset when they find out we've lost their pearls. I tried to warn you, butyou wouldn't listen to me. It was Krishna! Wha

t do you mean, Vishaka? He was in the reeds, remember? He and his friends probably uprooted our plants and replacedthem with thorn bushes. This time he has gone too far!I'm going to tell Mother Yashoda! Tell her what? That Krishnagrew pearls so big and beautiful that you had to have some, so you gambled your mother'spearls and won thorns? Lalita is right. Whether Krishna tricked us, or we tricked ourselves, our situationis the same: we have no pearls, and if we don't find some,our mothers will

never forgive us. But pearls are not easily acquired in Vrindavan. Where will we find some? We have no choice. We must humble ourselves and ask Krishna if he will sell us some of his pearls. Where is the boy! The boy in the yellow dhoti with a flute and peacock feather?! I'm going to destroy him!! Hurry! To the Yamuna! Ohhh...as much as I love butter and ghee, I don't think I can look at any for a month. At last I've found you, O Angel of Death! M - M - Me? I'm no angel! No, you are surely not

Kamsa's destroyer... ...for you will never get your chance to kill him once... ...I crush you beneath my hooves! He's not the one you're after! YOU!? At least the other boy had some meat on him. Your death will be no challenge at all. Don't be afraid. Run! Krishna! He's a demon! Keshi is no more dangerous than a child's rocking horse. You shall see how dangerousI am, you impudent brat! Krishna! Krishna! Jai Krishna ! Jai Krishna ! You killed him, Krishna! Me? I killed him?? Not exactly, my fr

iend. But you bravely lured him right to me with your clever disguise. I don't ever want to pretend to be you again, Krishna, no matter how much butter and ghee it might get me. A wise choice, Madhu. Very wise, indeed. Well, my brother, it looks like it's been a bountiful harvest. Yes. What a pity the gopikas' harvest was not so successful. They must have all been eaten by "pearl worms". We heard that Krishna is selling his surplus pearls, Subala, and have come to purchase the best ones. And wi

th what do you plan to purchase them? Not milk and butter, I hope. Are you not the same gopis who denied my request for a few pearls to decorate my cows, or share a few pails of milk for my pearl crop? I would rather throw all my pearls in the Yamuna than give you a single one. But we can pay with gold. All the wealth in your homes, including the houses themselves, cannot purchase the least of my pearls. Why are you being sodifficult with us, Krishna? Please, Krishna, we are willing to pay even

more than your pearls... ...are worth so that our mothers may have them. Your mothers?! Well!That's different. I am, as you know, very soft-hearted when it comesto mothers, aren't I boys? Oh, yes Very! Krishna loves his mother. And ours, too. Your mothers shall have my very best pearls. Oh, thank you, Krishna. Thank you. You are too kind. Yes, I am. But don't thank me. Thank your sweet loving mothers. Mamma! Look! A demon! Bakasura! I've come for my breakfast! And I like my meat well done. He'

s after the cows. RUN! Come on run fast ! If you don't want me to eatyour cows then I will eat YOU! Who dares to ruin my breakfast? I have not come to ruin your meal,Bakasura, but to improve it. And how do you plan to do that, King Kamsa, now that you have scared off the cows? By offering you the tastiest morsel of flesh in all the world...my "Angel of Death". HA! Your Angel of Death! The one who has killed all of thedemons you have sent to destroy him? You want me to be his next victim? What

kind of evil joke is this? No joke, Bakasura. Destroy my Angel of Death and I will see that you are fed like a king for the rest of your life. Destroy my Angel of Death, Bakasura, then you shall feast. Very well. I agree to your terms. Your "Angel" shall be dead before day's end. All glories to Kamsa's Angel of Death for saving our cows. Whoever you are, may the gods protect you. We have been walking so long myfeet feel like they are made of stone. If only there was a path across the lake our

trip home to Vrindavan would be half as far. Aaah! And so much cooler on our toes. Ah! Something struck me! Oh! Ow! Whoever you are, I demand you stop this instant! Ah! Stop! No more! We are demons shooting jasmine flower balls! You cannot hit us behind this bush. Oh! You're wrong, dear Radha. I cannot miss because I was Rama in a previous life. And everyone knows whata deadly bowman Rama was. You're a liar! What did you call me? She said you're a liar. You were never Rama. Rama was a brave wa

rrior, but "brave Krishna" only picks on defenseless gopis. You don't believe me? But I did take the form of Rama... After training to become an expertbowman from the sage Vasishta... ...I later learned of the greatchallenge by Maharaj Janaka, that whoever could draw back his mighty bow would win the hand of his beautiful daughter, Sita. Ahem! Huh? Oh. But whereas thousands ofstrong men failed to draw the bow... ...I drew it so powerfully,that it snapped in two. Just like that! But after marryin

g Sita... ...my father ordered me to leave Ayodhya and roam the terrible forest of Dandaka. There, accompanied by Sita and my brother, Lakshmana, I killed all mannerof cruel and tyrannical demons. Then the demon Ravanakidnapped my dear Sita... ...and slew my great devotee, Jatayu. I finally found Ravana in Lanka... ...and with the help of the monkeys, destroyed him. And then I returned home toAyodhya, where I ruled as king. We all know the Ramayana, Krishna. And that you had no part in it. But i

t's true. I still roam the forests. But instead of carrying my great bow... ...I carry this little flute. And instead of making the three worldstremble in fear with my arrows, I make the fauna and flora tremblein ecstasy with my sweet music. I don't think you've convincedthem, my brother. Why should anyone believe Krishna's vivid imagination? Maybe if he showed some valor,like that of Lord Rama, we could take him more seriously. Now if you could build a bridgeacross this lake to Vrindavan, like

Lord Rama built to Lankawith his army of monkeys, then maybe we could believe you. There you are, Krishna. And here are your army of monkeys. If a bridge is what you wantthen you shall have one. I think you will need more than silly Dadhilobha. Thank you for coming, my dear little friends. Now I have a job for you to do. Build these gopis a bridge across the lake so they may carry their butterand ghee home to Vrindavan. Kamsa's "Angel of Death" isnearby. I can feel him. Ah, yes... This one fits

the description of Kamsa's dreaded enemy. And he will be my lunch when Ifulfill my promise to Master Kamsa! Bakasura has found Krishna. Indra, shall I slay him with my fire spear? No, Agnideva. Let us observe for a while longer. Pick them up! Hurry, now! Set themin place. That's it! Good! Good! Look! The stones are floating! Krishna is deceiving us. Stonescannot float. They must be fake. Uhhhhnnn! I...can't lift it! Well, Krishna surely cannot be doing this magic. All of the stones around here m

ust float. Oh! Hey! Aaah! If you are not going to help me,at least stay out of the way. You did it, my brother! No one but Krishna could have built such a wondrous bridge. He is truly as great as Lord Rama. I still cannot believe you were Rama in a previous life. Indeed! You are as mischievousas a monkey yourself, Krishna. No wonder they follow your word. Radha, Lalita, gather your pots and let's go home. Is that all the thanks I get forbuilding you a bridge to Vrindavan? Wait! You must at least

paya toll to cross the bridge... ...like, um, that delicious butter you carry! Krishna, look! It's a demon! He'll eat us all! Run! Krishna! Get away before he devours you! Do not be afraid. It's just a harmless bird. Krishna! Krishna!! O Krishna! No! Get away! Krishna!! Ohh!! Krishna!! Krishna! O Krishna! No! No! Krishna ! Aaaah! Kamsa's "Angel of Death" is but the... ...first tasty morsel of a great feast to come. What has that beast done!? We must destroy that foul demon and try to save Krish

na before it's too late. Airavata! Indra! How nice of you to drop by. To what do I owe the pleasureof a visit from the devas. We do not bring you pleasure,Bakasura, but vengeance! Your feeble power is nomatch for me, Indra. My brahma-dand will put an end to your evil. Your evil is done, Bakasura. Not....yet.... Aaaaahhhh!! You may have survived their weapons, Bakasura, but my fire will consume you! Surely he is dead now. That crazed demon must be immortal. All we can do is send prayers for Krish

na's return. That's right flee, cowards! No one can destroy Bakasura. NO ONE!! Everything is all right, my friends. You can open your eyes now. O Krishna! You have beensaved from the mouth of death! Krishna? Krishna! O Krishna! You're alive! You're alive! I'm fine. Really. There's nothing to get excited about. Come! Let's take thebridge home to Vrindavan. Mother! Mother! You won't believethe amazing adventure we had today! Bakasura tried to kill Krishna! Say it isn't so. It's true! Bakasura took

the form of a great heron! His sharp beak was as long asa tal tree and hotter than fire! But he was no match for Krishna's incredible strength! We saw Krishna vanquishthe demon with his bare hands! These hands, which are softerand cooler than lotus flowers? It cannot be so. You can see the dead demon for yourself, mother Yashoda, on theshore of Setubandha. Krishna snapped his beak as easilyas a child splits a blade of grass. Then he saved my dearestMadhu from being bird food. Thank you, Krishna

. Thank you. Thank you, Krishna. We left Mahavan to get awayfrom the harassment of demons, yet they still attack my little boy. There's no escaping them. Please, Krishna. From now on just stay home. Don't go to the forest anymore. There are men who can tend the cows. All of these stories about myheroic exploits are just lies. Isn't that so? You don't think...? ...he really could be Lord Rama? And so, Little Krishna the legendary Warrior... ...saved his beloved Vrindavan and his loving friends, f

rom the clasp of the fierce monsters and won the... ...hearts of his admirers with his incessant heroic deeds.