Also KRISHNA’s son, who turned out to be a right pain to be honest.
Fond of stupid pranks, there came a time when a piece of his folly backfired badly. Dressing up as a pregnant woman, he taunted some Brahmins by asking: "Which one of you is the father?"
There was a rapid joint response. He was roundly cursed and told he was now indeed pregnant — with an iron club. If that wasn’t bad enough, he was told the club would be the cause of his father’s death.
Horrors! Instant early morning sickness. The weight in his belly grew until in due course it split and a cub club popped out. Just a small one. Terrified it might grow SAMBA broke it into pieces and threw them into the sea.
A new scene. KRISHNA sitting under a bho tree near the seaside meditating in the lotus position. A fleeing deer rushes past and a hunter’s arrow hits the God’s exposed foot. The arrow is tipped with a sliver of iron as hunters and beachcombers don’t waste anything.