Story: Little Krishna

One day many years ago there was a happy village. This village had many happy people. Everyone went around doing there jobs and helping out the village as it needed to be. Everyone loved what they did and loved the village even more. Everyone knew each other in this village. So when something happened to one person, the entire community knew about it. If it was good then they celebrated, if it was bad then they morned. Everyone loved each other and took care of each other. That is until a certain boy came along…

One day a little baby was born. His name was Krishna. He was born with the color of his skin being blue. Everyone thought it was just something that would go away by the end of the day, but as days went along his color never changed. This was mysterious to everyone. “Why is he blue?” everyone questioned each other, “Is he a special gift?” some would ask. Nobody really knew what had happened to Krishna. As Krishna grew up he always made trouble. It started with him eating mud off the ground. No child ever ate mud. And people worried about this. Krishna’s mom went to him worried. “What are you eating, son?”. As she opened his mouth. That instant she knew he was not just an ordinary child. As she gazed into his mouth she saw worlds beyond this world. She saw galaxies vast and distant. She saw every star in the sky. Marveled at this sight fell to her knees. Grabbed her little boy and hugged him tight. 

Many years later, Krishna began to be not only different from the rest of the community, but a bad child. And it didn't end with Krishna but he influenced many of his friends to be bad as well. “Come on” he would say, “they are making butter in here, lets take it!”. Krishna and his gang of misfits would rush into the house and take the butter that the woman was making from her, while she was watching. People were appalled by his behavior and his immaturity, while the kids thought that they were bringing real life into the village. What was seen as fun to the kids was evil to the adults. The people began to call them the “Butter Thieves". They took pride in this and stole more and more butter. 

The day came when powerful god came into the village. This god was an evil god, a god of destruction. He was feared in all the land and hadn't set foot in the village in many many years. This god brought a storm that was more powerful than any that had ever been seen by this village. Rain, thunder and lightning terrorized the village. As the villagers sought for shelter they had no place to go. Their homes were flooding and trees were falling. Before their eyes they saw a miracle like no other. Krishna was lifting a mountain. He raised the mountain onto his finger as he told everyone to climb underneath. All the villagers filled underneath the mountain in awe of the fact that Krishna was lifting it with his pinky. All the sudden the boy that was a menace became a hero and the awestruck villagers recognized this in Krishna. 

Krishna Holding the Mountain

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Krhisna Comes

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Authors Note:

In my story today I decided to write about Krishna in his many works as a young child. I wanted to tell of his misbehaving to his amazing works. I thought it would be fun to tell a story in the way that shows the village he grew up in. I wanted to show how his coming changed everything. I thought the best way to show this would be to show how his village was all happy always, and when he came a lot of things changed. Like the wonder of his skin to the misbehaving attitude and actions he had growing up and stealing butter. The whole butter part is one of my favorite things to hear. Because out of like everything that you could have stolen, why did he chose butter? I think that is hilarious, so I have to keep that part in. But people thought he was a menace in some ways, so I wanted to be sure and tell how thoughts changed as he saved everyone from the god who was attacking the villagers. This is a huge part of the story just because it show the strength of Krishna and also the love that he has for his community. Even though he was a menace, he loved his community and this showed just that in a huge way. I hope that you enjoy my telling of this famous story.