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Sometime in the distant past, there carried on a dimwitted Brahmin.
One day, he purchased a stout goat from his town to offer as a penance to the Gods. He put it on his shoulders and began off for home through the wilderness.
In transit, he was seen by three mavericks.
When they saw the fat goat on his shoulders, they said to each other, “In what capacity would we be able to make tracks in an opposite direction from him? It would make a delightful supper.”
They thought it over and hit upon an arrangement. Unnoticed by the dimwitted Brahmin, they went through the wilderness and held up at some separation from one another in transit prompting his home.
At the point when the Brahmin came up to the first maverick, the man bowed to the Brahmin professing to reveal to him regard and said, “Goodness sacred man! Why are you conveying a canine on your shoulders?”
“Pooch!” said the Brahmin looking shocked, “Why, it is a goat which I’m taking home to offer as a penance to my Gods.”
As the moronic Brahmin proceeded on his way, he continued considering the rouge’s comments.
After he had crossed some separation, the second maverick halted him.
The man bowed, making him feel that he was indicating veneration to him.
The maverick said, “Sacred man! Why are you conveying a pooch on your shoulders?”
This time the dimwitted Brahmin was amazed to the point that he put down the goat on the ground and took a gander at it with seeking eyes to verify what it was.
Fulfilled that it was in reality a goat, he set it back on his shoulders and began strolling hastily home.
Yet, his psyche was not settled. As he hustled to achieve his home, he was all the while contemplating the occurrence when the third maverick welcomed him.
“Heavenly man!” the rebel shouted out. “What’s this? Do you need to convey a pooch, that unclean creature on your shoulders?”
That did it. The Brahmin was persuaded that he had committed a frightful error. He instantly diverted the goat from his shoulders and ran off as quick as possible.
The three mavericks grabbed the goat, laughed with fulfillment and said to one another. “It doesn’t pay to be a dolt like the Brahmin. One ought to trust oneself.”