The Brahmin and the Crooks

Once upon a time, in a far-off land where wisdom and goats were the trending topics, there lived a kind and wise man, known as the Brahmin. He was like the Yoda of his village, but with less green and more facial hair.

One sunny day, a rich man, who was feeling rather generous, gave the Brahmin a goat. "Here, my good man," he said, twirling his mustache, "A goat for your troubles!"

The Brahmin's eyes twinkled. "Well, this isn't baaaad at all!" he chuckled. He thanked the rich man and began to take the goat home.

As the Brahmin and the goat trotted along, three crooks were lurking nearby. They looked at the goat with greedy eyes and said, "Fellas, that goat's got our name on it, and we don't even have names!" They hatched a plan more scrambled than a morning omelette.

The first crook approached the Brahmin, dressed in ridiculous fashion, and said, "Oi, why are you carrying a dog? That's like putting jam on a cake. Not quite right!"

The Brahmin scratched his head but shrugged it off, "Well, one man's dog is another man's goat, I suppose." And on he went.

The second crook, hiding behind a tree, jumped out and said, "Hold it right there! Why are you carrying a dead calf? That's like eating cereal with a fork!"

Now, the Brahmin was more confused than a cat at a dog show. "I must be seeing things," he muttered, his wise brows furrowing.

The third crook came up with a big grin, "You, my dear sir, are carrying a donkey! That's as odd as a penguin in the desert!"

By now, the Brahmin was completely bamboozled. He thought that maybe something magical or downright odd had happened. In a fluster, he left the goat by the road, wondering if his wise beard needed a trim.

The three crooks were beside themselves with glee. They grabbed the goat and danced like they had two left feet, celebrating their cunning victory.

Later, the Brahmin realized he had been tricked by the three nameless crooks and felt as blue as blueberry pie. But he also learned a valuable lesson: always trust your own judgment, especially when it comes to goats.

Through a land of wisdom and grace,
Lived a Brahmin, a man of kind face,
A gift of a goat he received one fine day,
From a rich man who wanted thanks to convey.

With joy in his heart and a goat on a tether,
The Brahmin set home through the sunlit weather,
But lurking nearby, with mischief in mind,
Three crafty crooks hatched a plan most unkind.

They saw the good Brahmin, they wanted his prize,
They plotted to steal it with deceit and disguise,
The first crook approached with a wag of his head,
"Why carry a dog?" he wrongly said.

Brahmin was puzzled but onward he strode,
'Till the second crook's words again confusion sowed,
"Why lug a dead calf?" he asked with a grin,
Now doubt in the Brahmin's mind did begin.

Along came the third crook, sly as the rest,
"Why bear a donkey?" he questioned in jest,
The Brahmin grew worried, his thoughts all a-stir,
Magic or mischief? He wasn't quite sure.

Scared and confused, by the roadside he left,
The goat that was real, of senses bereft,
The crooks were delighted, their scheme a grand win,
They danced and they feasted, embraced in their sin.

Home went the Brahmin, his heart heavy and sad,
He knew he'd been tricked, and it felt rather bad,
Though tricked by the crooks, he held his head high,
For wisdom's a journey, and journeys don't lie.