Introduction
Long ago, in a small and happy village named Gokul, there lived a loving mother called Yashoda. She had a little boy named Krishna.
Now, Krishna was not an ordinary child. He was full of smiles, full of mischief, and full of love. Wherever he went, people laughed and felt happy.
The villagers would say,
“Look! Yashoda’s little boy is coming again… and our hearts are already melting like butter!”
This is the story of that little boy—
the boy who loved to play, the boy who loved to laugh, and the boy who loved butter more than anything else in the world.
Yashoda’s Little Boy – The Butter Thief
Once upon a time…
In a small and beautiful village called Gokul, there lived a kind mother named Yashoda. She had a little boy named Krishna.
Now, Krishna was not like other children. He was special. His smile was brighter than the sun. His eyes twinkled like stars. His laughter was sweeter than music.
Everyone in the village loved him. Why? Because Krishna was full of joy, full of mischief, and full of love. Wherever he went, laughter followed.
The villagers would often say,
“Look! Yashoda’s little boy is coming again… and our hearts are already melting like butter!”
And it was true. No one could stay upset with Krishna, not even for a moment.
Krishna’s Village
The village of Gokul was full of simple, happy people. The houses were small but neat. The courtyards smelled of fresh cow dung, flowers, and sweet butter.
Every morning, women would sing while churning curd into butter. The cows mooed softly in the sheds. Children played in the dusty lanes. The river Yamuna flowed nearby, sparkling under the sun.
But among all the children, little Krishna was the most loved. His skin was dark like the raincloud, his cheeks round and glowing, his lips red, and his smile magical.
He carried a small flute with him everywhere. Whenever he blew into it, birds stopped singing just to listen, cows walked closer, and even the river seemed to pause.
But more than anything else, Krishna loved butter. Oh yes, butter was his favorite!
Yashoda in the Kitchen
One sunny morning, Yashoda was busy in her kitchen. She had worked hard to make a big pot of fresh butter.
She sang a sweet song as she churned the curd:
“Turn, turn, turn,
Butter soft and sweet,
Fill my little pot,
For my boy to eat.”
When the butter was ready, she placed it carefully in a shining pot. She covered it and kept it on a high shelf.
“Now, this butter is safe here,” Yashoda said to herself.
She smiled, knowing her little Krishna loved butter more than anything.
But was it really safe? Hmm… let’s see.
Krishna’s Nose Knows
Far away, Krishna was playing with his friends. Suddenly, he stopped.
He sniffed the air. Sniff sniff!
“Do you smell that?” he asked.
“What, Krishna?” asked his friend Sudama.
“Ahh,” Krishna said with a smile, “Mother has made fresh butter! My nose never lies.”
His eyes sparkled. “Come, let’s have some fun! Mother Yashoda has kept butter inside. We must taste it!”
The children clapped their hands in excitement.
But one boy asked, “Krishna, how will we reach it? The pot is high.”
Krishna laughed, his anklets jingling. “Don’t worry! We will make a ladder with our bodies.”
The Living Ladder
So, the children began to form a human ladder.
One child bent down on his hands and knees.
Another climbed on his back.
Then another stood on top.
Finally, Krishna climbed right to the top. His little feet pressed gently on his friends’ shoulders.
“Steady, steady!” the children said, giggling.
Krishna stretched his tiny hands toward the pot.
He dipped his fingers inside the butter.
He tasted it.
“Ahhh!” he said with joy. “So soft, so sweet! This is the food of love!”
The children laughed and clapped. They all wanted some.
Krishna scooped the butter with both hands and shared it with his friends.
Soon, their lips and cheeks were white with butter.
The Cat Excuse
But oh dear! Just then, Mother Yashoda walked in.
She stopped at the door. What did she see?
Spilled butter on the floor.
Broken pot pieces scattered around.
And her Krishna and his friends, their faces shining with butter.
“Krishna!” Yashoda called loudly.
Krishna froze. He quickly wiped his mouth. But his eyes still twinkled with mischief.
“Mother, I didn’t eat the butter,” Krishna said sweetly.
“It was the cat!”
He pointed at a little cat licking some butter near the door.
The children burst into laughter.
Yashoda tried to look angry, but she could not stop smiling.
“Oh, little boy,” she said, “your tricks melt my heart like butter.”
More Mischief
The next day, Yashoda thought, This time I will hide the butter better.
She tied the pot high from the ceiling with a rope.
“Now Krishna cannot reach it,” she said proudly.
But Krishna was clever. When Yashoda left, he called his friends again.
“Look, the butter is swinging from the roof,” he said. “Let’s bring it down!”
The children clapped.
One boy brought a stick.
Another pulled the rope.
And Krishna, oh Krishna, swung from the rope like a monkey!
The pot broke open. Butter fell like rain. The children danced under it, clapping and laughing.
Yashoda’s Anger
One day, Yashoda had had enough.
She caught Krishna with butter in his hands and face.
“Krishna!” she shouted. “Today I will tie you up so you cannot steal butter anymore.”
She tied him to a heavy mortar with a rope.
Krishna looked at her with big, innocent eyes.
“Mother, I didn’t eat the butter,” he said softly.
“It was the cat again.”
Yashoda burst into laughter. She hugged him tightly.
“Oh, my son, how can I stay angry with you? Your mischief is my joy.”
The Villagers’ Laughter
Soon, the whole village knew Krishna as Makhan Chor – the Butter Thief.
But instead of being angry, the villagers loved him even more.
“Let him steal,” they said. “His smile is worth more than a thousand pots of butter.”
Sometimes, when women were churning butter, they would sing,
“Hide your butter, hide it fast,
Krishna’s little feet run past!
If you hear his flute so sweet,
All your butter he will eat!”
And whenever Krishna came, they would laugh and say,
“Look! Yashoda’s little boy is coming again… and our hearts are already melting like butter!”
The Lesson
As Krishna grew, his mischief never hurt anyone.
He only brought laughter, joy, and love to the people around him.
His butter-stealing was not about hunger.
It was about sharing.
It was about filling the village with happiness.
The villagers learned something important:
Life is sweeter when we share, laugh, and love.
And Yashoda learned something too:
Even when children
are naughty, their innocence is a blessing.
Moral of the Story
Love and joy are more precious than butter or gold.
A little mischief, when filled with love, can make the whole world smile.
