Once on a time, Brahmadatta was king of Benares, and the Bodhisatta being born to one of the king’s courtier, grew up, and became the king’s adviser in all things human and divine. But this king was very talkative; and when he talked there was no chance for any other to get in a word. And the Bodhisatta, wishing to put a stop to his much talking, kept watching for an opportunity.

Now there dwelt a Tortoise in a pond in the region of Himalayas. Two young wild Geese, searching for food, struck up an acquaintance with him; and by and bye they grew close friends together. One day these two said to him; “Friend Tortoise! we have a lovely home in Himalaya, on a plateau of Mount Cittakuta, in a cave of gold! Will you come with us?”

Tortoise asked, “how can I get there?”

The Geese said, “Oh, we will take you, if only you can keep your mouth shut, and say not a word to any body.”

Tortoise said, “Yes, I can do that; take me along!”

So they made the Tortoise hold a stick between his teeth; and the Geese taking hold of the two ends, they sprang up into the air.

The village children saw this, and exclaimed “There are two geese carrying a tortoise by a stick!”

By this time the geese flying swiftly had arrived at the space above the palace of the king, at Benares. The Tortoise cried out, “Well, and if my friends do carry me, what is that to you?” and he let go the stick from between his teeth, and falling into the open courtyard he split in two. What an uproar there was! Those in the palace cried, “A tortoise has fallen in the courtyard, and broken in two!” The king, with the Bodhisatta, and all his court, came up to the place, and seeing the tortoise asked the Bodhisatta a question. “Wise Sir! what made this creature fall?”

The Bodhisatta thought, “Now’s my time!” “For a long while I have been wishing to admonish the king, and I have gone about seeking my opportunity. No doubt the truth is this the tortoise and the geese became friendly; the geese must have meant to carry him to himalayas, and so made him hold a stick between his teeth, and then lifted him into the air; then he must have heard some remark, and wanted to reply; and not being able to keep his mouth shut he must have let himself go; and so he must have fallen from the sky and thus come by his death.” He addressed the king: “O! King! they that have too much tongue, that set no limit to their speaking, ever come to such misfortune as this.”

The king thought to himself: “He is speaking of me!” and asked the Bodhisatta if it was so.

The Bodhisatta replied, “Be it you, O great king, or be it another; whosoever talks beyond measure comes by some misery of this kind.” Then onwards the king abstained from talking, and became a man of few words.