The cubses were trying to follow at a respectful distance in case Mudaliar Swami wanted to be alone with Bhagavan, but Bhagavan's tail was so swooshy and chasey and beautiful they kept getting much too close.
"Omcub, don't ackshally pounce on his tail!" whispered Arunacub.
"I'm trying not to, but how can I help it?" said Omcub. "His tail is zwooshy and zwishy!"
Bhagavan was pretending he had no idea there were three lion cubs and one leopard cub following him.
Just then Bhagavan and Mudaliar Swami came upon a pitiful sight. A young shepherdess was up above them, weeping sadly.
When Bhagavan asked her the cause of her sorrow, she explained that her sheep had fallen down into a deep cleft in the rock. Down in the dark cleft, the little sheep was crying just as hard as the shepherdess. It was dark and scary down there, and the sheep had no way of scrambling up the sheer rock. Nor did the shepherdess have any way of retrieving the sheep.
Bhagavan sprang up to the top of the rock, then descended into the fifteen foot deep cleft. The sides were so steep it hardly seemed possible, but he was soon back up with the little sheep on his shoulders.
He set the little sheep down gently beside the shepherdess, who thanked him profusely.
The cubses scrambled up to peek down into the cleft.
"How on earth did Bhagavan manage that?" they said in awe.
"A very remarkable feat!" said Mudaliar Swami.
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