Once upon a time there lived a weaver in a village. He was very poor. She got married in her childhood itself.
After the arrival of my wife, the household expenses had to increase.
This worry consumes him.
Then there was famine in the village. People became poor. The weaver's income ended completely.
He had no other option but to go to the city.
He did small jobs in the city for a few months. A little money came into the pot and when news came from the village that the famine was over, he started towards the village. On the way, he saw a camel at one place on the roadside. Utni looked ill and was pregnant. He felt pity on the camel. He brought her with him to his home.
When the camel started getting proper fodder and grass at home, she became completely healthy and when the time came, she gave birth to a healthy camel. The baby camel proved to be very lucky for him. After a few days, an artist came to the same village to paint a picture of village life. To make painting brushes, he would come to the weaver's house and take hair from the tail of a baby camel. After staying in the village for about two weeks, the artist left after painting.
Here the camel started giving a lot of milk and the weaver started selling it. One day the artist returned to the village and gave a lot of money to the weaver, because the artist had won many awards with those paintings and his paintings were sold at good prices. The weaver started considering that baby camel as the star of his luck. With some of the money he received from the artist, he bought a beautiful bell for the camel's neck and put it on. Thus the days of the weaver ended. One day he also brought his bride from Gauna.
The happiness that came in the weaver's life due to the arrival of camels made the weaver wish to leave the weaver's business and become a camel trader. His wife also completely agreed with him. By now she too had become pregnant and was grateful to the camel and the baby camel for her happiness.
The weaver bought some camels. His camel business took off. Now the weaver had a large group of camels with him all the time. They were left to graze during the day. The baby camel, now a young man, started ringing the bell with them.
One day a young camel, similar to the bell bearer, said to him, "Brother! Why do you stay away from us?"
The bell bearer said proudly, "Wow, you are an ordinary camel. I am the beloved of the bell bearer owner. I do not want to lose my honor by joining the camels inferior to me."
A lion lived in the forest in the same area. The lion used to climb on a high stone and keep watching the camels. He saw a camel living isolated from other camels. When a lion attacks a herd of animals, he chooses only an isolated one. This work also became easier because of the bell ringer's voice. Without seeing the eyes, he could wait for the sound of the bell.
The next day, when the group of camels was returning after grazing, the bell bearer was walking twenty steps behind the other camels. The lion was already sitting in ambush. Targeting the sound of the bell, he ran and hit it and dragged it into the forest. The ego of such a bell ringer made the bell ring his life.