The moment he was out he sprang on the Brahmin, and was about to eat him up. However, the Brahmin argued so hard that at last the Tiger agreed to wait and ask the first five whom they should meet, whether it was fair for him to eat the Brahmin, and to abide by their decision. The first thing they came to, to ask, was an old Banyan Tree, by the wayside. The Banyan Tree looked down at them and spoke in a tired voice. But when evening falls, and they are rested, they break my twigs and scatter my leaves, and stone my boughs for more fruit.
Men are an ungrateful race.
Let the Tiger eat the Brahmin. We have still four to ask. Presently they came to a place where an old Bullock was lying by the road. I carried heavy loads and carried them far. Now that I am old and weak and cannot work, he leaves me without food or water, to die by the wayside.