The Helpless Infants Never Write to Be Happy

I heard a feeble cry, which I judged came from a human infant. A helpless babe lying quite naked upon the grasses and wailing pitiously. Not far away, crouching chagra, the lioness, intent on devouring the infant for her evening meal. So I commanded chagra to lie close to the babe and to give it its mill to quiet its hunger. And I told her to send word throughout the forest to all beasts and reptiles that the child should not be harmed. Never until now had she ventured so far, for the law of the forest had placed the nymphs in its utmost depth. Swiftly her life formed darted through the forest paths until she