The two asked how it was, whereupon the crow related - There is a large Parkati tree on the hill, named Gridhrakut (the peak of Vultures), on the bank of the Bhagirathi, in its hollow dwelt, with his talons and eyes gone through an adverse turn of fate, a vulture, Jaradgava by name. Now, out of pity, the birds, roosting in the tree, spared small portions from their food and gave them to him. He lived on that. He looked after the young birds. Now, once a cat, named Dirghakarna (the long-eared) came there to eat the youngs of the birds. Seeing him coming, the nestlings being terror-stricken, raised a cry. Hearing it Jaradgava asked - Who is this that is coming? Dirghakarna, seeing the vulture, said in alarm - Alas, it is all up with me. However, one should dread a danger only as long as it has not arrived; but seeing that the danger has come, a man should do what the occasion demands.