I am still a poor man, living very humbly. Without hesitation, the elephant king offered what was left of his tusks. He left without a word of thanks. He took the ivory back to Benares, sold it, and squandered the money as before. Once again the forester returned to the Himalayan home of the Elephant King Goodness.
Perfect generosity holds nothing back.
So once again the elephant king bent down on his knees and offered his remaining stumps of ivory. The ungrateful betrayer did not care at all for the elephant. Then he roughly dug in with his heels, rubbing and tearing away the tender flesh from the stumps of the once-beautiful tusks. In all these worlds there are millions of beings who, at one time or another, have been born and lived as elephants. The forester departed carrying the bloody ivory stumps.