In a quiet village there lived a gentle brown cow named Gauri she had a playful calf called Bholu. Bholu loved to run through the sugarcane fields and chase colorful butterflies.
Though he was the youngest in the cowshed, he was quick and curious, always noticing things others missed.
Every evening, the farmer Ramu would lead the cows back home after grazing. The sun would paint the sky orange, and the bells on their necks jingled like soft music. But one summer, something unusual began to happen.
Each night, Ramu found that a few stalks of his fresh sugarcane were missing. At first, he thought the wind had bent them. But one morning he saw strange footprints near the field—long and thin, like a dog’s but bigger.
Bholu also noticed the marks. He sniffed the air and twitched his ears. A faint smell of a jackal drifted on the breeze.
That evening, Bholu whispered to his mother, “Ma, I think a jackal is stealing the sugarcane.” Gauri nuzzled him gently. “You are very observant, my little one. But what can we do?”
Bholu thought for a while. “If we alert the farmer too early, the jackal may hide. Let’s show Ramu the proof,” he said.
He asked the older cows to leave a small path clear near the gate when they returned at dusk. Then, as the moon rose, Bholu quietly waited behind a haystack.
Soon, a pair of glowing eyes crept toward the field. The jackal padded silently, sniffing the sweet cane. Bholu stamped his hoof three times—thump, thump, thump—the signal he had taught the others.
Ramu, who was hiding nearby with a lantern, sprang out at the sound.
“Who’s there?” he shouted.
The startled jackal tried to run, but the cows closed the path just as planned.
Ramu chased it away with a loud clap, and it disappeared into the dark forest.
The farmer patted Bholu’s head. “You clever little calf! You saved the crop and taught me to watch carefully.”
From that day, Bholu was no longer treated as the baby of the herd. The villagers often pointed at him and said, “See that calf? Small in size but sharp in mind.”
Bholu would flick his tail happily, remembering how a good plan and quiet courage could protect everyone.
Moral:
Even the youngest and smallest can solve big problems with quick thinking and teamwork.