 My name is Te Am Makomas, and I'm going to tell you a story from the Pancha Tantra called The Monkey and the Crocodile. As the Ganga yam kumpiraha, there was once a crocodile in the Ganges River. Vanaraha tasya mitram ganga yaha tate vasati. His friend, a monkey, resided on the banks of the river. Pratidinam vanaraha pakvani palani ni kshipati. Every day, the monkey threw down ripe fruit for the crocodile to eat. Kumpiraha palani kshadati, and that crocodile did indeed eat those fruit. Vanarasiya hridayam mitram asati iti kumpirasiya parya vadati. That monkey's heart must be very sweet, thus said the crocodile's wife. Bhayar hridayam khaditam itchati, and she desired to eat that heart. Aho vanara mamagurham agacha iti kumpiraha vanaram vadati. Monkey, my friend, you must come to my house, said the crocodile to the monkey. Evam astu iti vanaraha vadati. Let it be thus, the monkey said. Tasiya prishti kumpiraha vanaram vadati, and the crocodile bore the monkey on his back. Ganga yaha madhi kumpiraha satyam vadati, but in the middle of the river, the crocodile told him the truth. Mama hridayavirkshe bhavati iti vanaraha bhashate. But the monkey said, oh, my heart, I left it in the tree over there on the bank. Punar mam tattranaya iti vanaraha bhashate. You better take me back, so I'll be able to get it for you. Kumpiraha vanaram ganga yaha tattranaya iti, so the crocodile took the monkey back to the shore. Vanaraha virksham utchalati, and the monkey climbed up a tree. Vanaraha virkshasya bile bhashate. The monkey looked into a hole in the tree. Kashtit mama hridayam chorayatismah iti vanaraha vadati. Oh no, someone has stolen my heart out of the hole in the tree, said the monkey. Evam kumpiraha vanarashcha mitre tishtataha, and thus the monkey and the crocodile were able to remain friends.