The Faithful Mongoose

Once there lived a kind Brahmin in a small village with his wife. They had a little son. One day, as he was returning home from a nearby village, he came across a baby mongoose crying next to its mother's dead body.

"Oh! poor creature," thought the Brahmin. "If I leave it here it will surely die." He picked it up and took it home with him.

"Gowri, I found …