Rama held the squirrel closer to him and said. Please go and continue your work happily.” Saying this, he gently stroked the back of the squirrel with his fingers, and three lines appeared where the Lord’s fingers had touched it. Rama then turned to the squirrel and said softly, “My dear squirrel, I am sorry for the hurt caused to you by my army, and thank you for the help you have rendered to me. They need the support of all, and however small, an effort should always be appreciated!” A project can never be completed by the main people alone. Rama continued, “Always remember, however small, every task is equally important. Hearing this, the Vanaras were ashamed, and bowed down their heads. “O Vanaras, you are brave and strong, and are doing a wonderful job bringing all these huge boulders and stones from far and dropping them in the ocean.īut did you notice that it is the tiny pebbles and stones brought by this small squirrel and some of the other smaller creatures which are filling the small gaps left between the huge stones?įurther, do you not realize that the tiny grains of sand brought by this squirrel are the ones which bind the whole structure and make it strong? Yet you scold this small creature and fling him away in anger!” This little squirrel has love in his heart.” Your strength or what you do is not important. He said to the monkeys, “Do not make fun of the weak and the small. Then Rama held the squirrel close to him. The squirrel, crying out the name of Rama, fell into his hands. The monkeys were angry and one of them picked up the squirrel by his tail and threw him far away. He carried the pebbles again from the shore to the sea. “But I want to help, too,” said the squirrel and would not go. Think we can build a bridge with pebbles? He has a big army to help him. My heart cries out for Rama and I’ll do all I can for him.”
He said, “Look, I can’t carry mountains or rocks. The squirrel did not think this funny at all. Oh dear! Oh dear! I’ve never heard a funnier story.” The other monkeys laughed too. “The squirrel is building a bridge with his pebbles. “Did you hear that!” he said to the other monkeys. “You, what?” shouted the monkey and laughed aloud. “I’m sorry you nearly fell, Brother Monkey,” he said in his small voice, “ but please always look where you are going. The little squirrel looked up at the great monkey. “Here, you little thing,” shouted the monkey in a voice like thunder, “you’re in my way, I stepped back and you’re alive now. He carried the pebbles from the seashore and dropped them into the sea.Ī great monkey was carrying a large heavy stone on his back and the squirrel came in his way. The little squirrel could carry only little pebbles at a time in his small mouth. He was going up and down the seashore with little pebbles in his mouth. One day, Rama saw a small brown squirrel.
“How hard they work! Their love for me makes them work like this,” thought Rama. Thousands of monkeys worked night and day.
They cut them into shape and began to build the bridge. The monkeys pulled out rocks and heavy stones from the mountains, and carried them to the sea. Rama asked his army to build the bridge over the sea. Lord Rama and his army of monkeys were preparing for war with Ravana.
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