There was once a great king. This king had a beautiful palace and, in that, a wonderfully decorated bedroom. In that bedroom was a magnificent cot. It had layers of mattresses, on which beautiful, soft bedsheets had been spread. In the gaps between the mattresses lived a flea. This flea would softly bite the king and suck his blood. The king never realised this, and the flea was also happy.
One day, a bedbug came there. It met the flea. The flea was shocked. “Where did this come from?“ The flea asked the bedbug to leave. The bedbug was very offended. “Is this a way to treat a guest? You need to welcome guests, not drive them away!“
The flea said, “I suck the king’s blood only when he is fast asleep. I bite him softly; he never realises. Your bite is sharp. If you promise to bite the king only when he is fast asleep, then only I will allow you to stay.“ The bedbug agreed.
While they were talking, the king climbed up on his bed. As soon as the king was on the bed, the bedbug, unable to control itself, bit the king. The king felt the sting. He shouted out. The bug immediately hid itself. The king’s servants started looking around. They found the flea between the sheets and mattresses and killed it.
Ending his story, the jackal said, “Do not mix around with anyone whose character is not known to you. You could meet the same fate as the jackal who fell in a vat of indigo.“
The king wanted to know about this.
The jackal began his tale.
In a jungle, there lived a jackal. He used to live on scraps that he would find and was always hungry. One day, he was near the city, looking for food when some dogs on the street spotted him. These dogs started barking and then began chasing the jackal. Not sure where to go, the jackal ran and incidentally entered the courtyard of a house. This house belonged to a person who used to dye clothes. The dogs arrived there also. Not seeing any place to hide, the jackal jumped into a drum. This was a drum of indigo dye. He stayed in the drum for some time, waiting for the dogs to leave. He waited. After some time, he felt safe to come out. The barking seemed to have stopped. He slowly crept out of the drum. Because of the dye, he was looking very different. The dogs who were lurking there saw the jackal. They could not recognise the indigo-coloured animal. The jackal, with the dye dripping from his body, looked strange. The dogs fled the site.
The jackal, having had enough of the city, returned to the jungle. The dye was etched on his fur and skin, and he looked very different. Seeing him, the animals in the jungle also got scared. “What was this indigo-coloured being?“ They decided to leave him alone. The jackal called them and said he had been sent from the heavens by Brahma himself to rule the jungle. The animals believed him, and the jackal became the king of the jungle.
All was going well. The animals would hunt; he would get his share of food. One day, this jackal heard a pack of jackals howling in the distance. Unable to control himself, he began howling too. The moment he did, the other animals realised this was just an ordinary jackal who had tricked them. That was the end of the jackal.
The jackal finished telling his tale to the lion and said, “That is why I say, do not trust strangers, especially those who are a totally different species.“
The lion asked the jackal, “I agree. But what proof do you have that the bullock wants to harm me?“ The jackal said, “He said so this morning. He has made up his mind to kill you. Tomorrow, see for yourself. His eyes will be red, his lips will be quivering. See him and then decide for yourself.“
Saying this, the jackal went to the bullock.
“How are you doing? I haven’t seen you for a long time,“ said the bullock when he spotted the jackal. “I am not well. I am the advisor of the lion, and I am also your friend. I hate what I am about to do. I know my master’s weaknesses. Just because I want to save your life, I will tell you this. The lion wants to kill you tomorrow. I have come to warn you. The lion feels a grass-eater and a meat-eater cannot be friends.“
The bullock was shocked. He said, “I was foolish to think that the lion was my friend. I feel someone is inciting the lion against me.“ The jackal said, “I am sure your sweet conversation will please him.“ The bullock said, “No, I don’t think that will be possible. The wicked are mean-minded and will cause your downfall, like what they did to the camel.“
“What was that?“ asked the jackal. The bullock began telling the story.
Summary of Key Learnings
This section clearly summarises the main points and principles demonstrated by the stories:
The story warns against trusting too quickly or mixing with those whose behaviour one is not fully aware of. The flea allowed the bedbug to be there, though it knew that the bedbug had a sharp bite. The flea suffered because of the bedbug.
The story of the flea says that associating with those who lack self-control can lead to your downfall. The innocent suffer for the guilty: The bedbug hid successfully, while the flea was found and killed.
A false identity will eventually be exposed by natural instinct, like it happened to the indigo jackal. The moment the indigo jackal heard the other jackals, his natural instinct to howl in response was so strong that it immediately exposed him.
The jackal’s primary goal is to turn the lion and the bullock against each other by feeding them fabricated lies about the other’s intentions. He uses the tactic of false warning to appear helpful while serving his own agenda. The bullock’s shock and belief that the lion is against him show how easily a bond of trust can be broken by calculated lies.







