Once upon a time when Brahmadatta was reigning in Benares, a Brahmin, who was versed in the Three Vedas and world-famed as a teacher, being minded to offer a Feast for the Dead, had a goat fetched and said to his pupils: “My sons, take this goat down to the river and bathe it; then hang a garland round its neck, give it some grain to eat, groom it a bit and bring it back.”

They took the goat to the river, where they bathed and groomed and set it on the bank. The goat, becoming conscious of the deeds of its past lives, was overjoyed at the thought that on this very day it would be freed form all its misery, and laughed aloud. Then at the thought that the Brahmin by slaying it would bear the misery which it had borne, the goat felt a great compassion for the Brahmin, and wept with a loud voice.

The young Brahmins asked,“Your voice has been loud both in laughter and in weeping: what made you laugh and what made you weep?”

The goat said,“Ask me your question before your master.”

So with the goat they came to their master and told him of the matter. After hearing their story, the master asked the goat why it laughed and why it wept.

Hereupon the animal, recalling its past deeds by its power of remembering its former existences, spoke thus to the Brahmin:- “In times past, brahmin, I like you, was a Brahmin versed in the mystic texts of the Vedas, and I, to offer a feast for the Dead, killed a goat for my offering. All through killing that single goat, I have had my head cut off five hundred times all but one. This is my five hundredth and last birth: and I laughed aloud when I thought that this very day I should be freed form my misery. On the other hand, I wept when I thought how, while I, who for killing a goat had been doomed to lose my head five hundred times, was today being freed form my misery, you as a penalty for killing me, would be doomed to lose your head, like me, five hundred times. Thus it was out of compassion for you that I wept.”

The Brahmin said; “Do not fear Goat. I will not kill you”. The goat asked,“What is this you say, Brahmin? Whether you kill me or not, I cannot escape death to day.”

Brahmin said,”Do not be afraid. I will go with you to guard you.”

For that goat said,“Weak is your protection, Brahmin, and strong is the force of my evil-doing.”

Setting the goat at liberty, the Brahmin said to his disciples, “Let us not allow anyone to kill this goat” and accompanied by the young men, he followed the animal closely about. The moment the goat was set free, it reached out its neck to browse on the leaves of a bush growing near the top of a rock. And that very instant a thunderbolt struck the rock; a piece of rock sprung from the big rock hit the goat on the outstretched neck and tore off its head. And people came crowding round.

In those days the Bodhisatta had been born a Tree – Fairy in that spot. By his supernatural powers he now seated crosslegged in mid-air while all the crowd looked on. He thought to himself. These creatures only knew the fruit of evil-doing, perhaps they would desist from killing and he taught them the Truth:

If folk but knew the penalty would be

Birth unto sorrow, living things would cease

Form taking life. Stern is slayers doom.

Thus did the great Being preach the Truth, scaring his hearers with the fear of hell; and the people, hearing him, were so terrified at the fear of hell that they left off taking life. And the Bodhisatta after establishing the multitude in the commandments by preaching the truth to them passed away to fare according to his deserts. The people, too, remained steadfast in the teaching of the Bodhisatta and spent their lives in charity and other good works, so that in the end they thronged the city of the Devas.