The crow said - Friend Manthara, do him special honour. For he is the king of mice, Hiranyaka by name, foremost of those whose actions are meritorious and an ocean of mercy. The king of serpents, aided by his twice thousand tongues even, will not be able to sing the praise of his merits. Having said so he described the episode about Chitragriva. Manthara having respectfully entertained Hiranyaka said - good friend, kindly relate the cause of your coming to a dreary wood. Hiranyaka said - I will; may you listen. There is a convent of recluses in the city of Champaka. In it dwelt a hermit, Chudakarna by name. He was in the habit of sleeping after having hung on a peg his alms-pot, containing the remnant of the food collected by begging after he had eaten of it. I used every day to leap up and eat that food. After some time, a dear friend of his, Vinakarna by name, a hermit, came there. While engaged in conversation with him Chudakarna kept beating the ground with an old bamboo stick. Vinakarna said - Friend, why do you take no interest in my story and are busy with something else? Chudakarna replied - Friend, not that I am indifferent (to your conversation), but look at this mouse, doing wrong to me, who by jumping up always eats the food collected by me by begging and placed in that pot. Vinakarna, having looked at the peg, observed -- How can a mouse, possessed of little strength, jump to such a height? There must be some reason for this. For it is said - The young wife, having suddenly drawn her old husband by the hair, kissed him with a close embrace; there must be some reason for this.