One that was Pantaburi, he loved to eat Pantabhat. A thief came and ate Pantaburi's pantabhat every day, so the old woman went to complain to the king with a stick. Pantaburi was walking along the edge of the pond. When a hornfish saw him, it said, 'Pantaburi, where are you going?' Pantaburi said, 'The thief ate my pantabhat, so I am going to complain to the king!' , ‘Okay.’ Then Pantaburi is going through Beltala. A bell was lying on the ground, he said, ‘Where is Pantaburi going?’ Pantaburi said, ‘The thief ate my pantabhat, so I am going to complain to the king.
Pantaburi said, ‘Okay.’ Then Pantaburi saw some dung on the side of the road. Gobar said, 'Pantaburi, where are you going?' Pantaburi said, 'The thief ate my pantabhat, so I am going to complain to the king.' Then go a little farther and see Pantaburi, there is a razor lying on the side of the road. The razor said, ‘Pantaburi, where are you going?’ Pantaburi said, ‘The thief eats my pantabhat, so I am going to complain to the king.’ The razor said, ‘Take me with you when you go back. You will be fine. '
Pantaburi said, ‘Okay.’ Then Pantaburi went to the king’s house and saw that Rajamshai was not at home. So he could no longer complain. On his way home, he thought of his razor, dung, bell, and horn. He took them all in his sack. When Pantaburi came to the yard, the razor said to her, ‘Put me on the grass.’ So the old woman put the razor on the grass. Then when he was about to go upstairs, the dung said, ‘Put me on the dung.’ So the old woman put the dung on the dung. When the old woman entered the room, Bell said, 'Put me in the oven.' At the end the horn said, ‘Put me inside your pantabhat.’ The old woman did so.
Then at night the old woman cooked and ate and slept. The thief came late at night. He doesn't know you anymore, what the old woman did that day. As soon as he came, he put his hand in the pot of pantabhat. There were horns. He stabbed the thief in such a way that tears flowed from his eyes. The thief went to the oven crying after eating the horn. Inside was Bell. As soon as the thief put his hand in the oven to give a finger, the bell burst and his eyes looked horrible. Then he ran out of the house like a madman in pain and fear, his feet fell on the dung. Then he slipped his foot and sat on the dung.
Then Beta became a ghost with dung and went to wipe his feet on the grass. There was a razor, there was a terrible cut. That's it! Where to go to get rid of the shout? Hearing this, the people of the neighborhood came running and said, ‘This is a thief! Hold on, son! Mother to son. Tear off the ears! 'Then that thief's punishment!
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