Krishna Deva Raya’s insatiable priest, Chatur Pandit, touches base at the court with a red peacock.
Krishna Deva Raya: I have never seen such an animal!
Retainers: We concur!
Chatur Pandit: Please acknowledge this blessing, Your Majesty! My workers sought the wildernesses of Madhya Pradesh to discover this animal.
Tenali Raman (considers): How can a winged animal so brilliant make due in the wilderness? Different creatures will effectively have the capacity to see it and murder it.
Krishan Deva Raya: Thank you, Chatur Pandit! In what capacity would we be able to remunerate you?
Chatur Pandit: Your Majesty, a 100 gold coins will be sufficient, as I spent that to get the flying creature.
Tenali Raman: Your Majesty, I think we ought to watch this peacock for some time before we give Chatur Pandit his prize. I will go to Madhya Pradesh to get more fowls like these.
Krishna Deva Raya: Alright, Tenali. You have 2 weeks.
Tenali Raman did not go to Madhya Pradesh.
Tenali (to his spies): Look for the individual who has painted that peacock red.
Spies: Yes, sir!
The spies found the painter.
Tenali (to the painter): Don’t stress, I won’t rebuff you. Simply paint another 10 peacocks the same shading.
Painter: Ji, huzoor.
Tenali Raman takes the peacocks to the court, after two weeks.
Krishna Deva Raya: Bravo, Tenali. Treasurer, give him a 1000 gold coins.
Tenali Raman: That is not what they cost, Your Majesty.
Krishna Deva Raya: What is your value then, Tenali Raman?
Tenali Raman: A container of water, a pack of red paint, and a gold coin for this craftsman.
Krishna Deva Raya (furiously): Chatur Pandit, I sentence you to…
Tenali Raman: Your Majesty, your yearning for distinction persuaded a red peacock could exist. For quite a while, there has been unnecessary spending on such interests.
Tenali Raman: It is better that your subjects prosperous, instead of a presentation of riches. I ask for you to let Chatur Pandit go and remunerate the craftsman for highlighting this matter.
Krishna Deva Raya: You’re correct, Tenali.
Chatur Pandit (falls at the ruler’s feet): Your Majesty, please pardon me.
Krishna Deva Raya: I will do as such, yet you are exiled from the court for a month. Furthermore, you should give back the endowments you got before.
The storm arrived and the peacocks moved. The downpour washed off their red shading.
Krishna Deva Raya (chuckles): Look, Tenali!
The general population of the kingdom moved in the downpour.
The general population (to each other): We are fortunate to have a lord who is not reluctant to concede his slip-up.
Chatur Pandit strolled home alone in the rain.