He says to his mother, sort it out and give it to me separately. He beats the ground with his hands and throws himself down upon it. What a false accusation you make; you demand what cannot be done. She offers him something else, but he says no, I do not want that. What shall I do now? I cannot strike or scold him, and he will not be consoled. He refuses to do anything I say. Then suddenly she piles it all together and says, now pick through it and eat as you please. Why do you torment us, says the mother to Hari. When He is allowed to sort things out on His own terms, His agitation ceases. Then He is satisfied and sits up calmly. Mother, you have done well to make it clear. He hid His own intent and, with a single word, severed the knot of pleasure and pain. The plate was covered with the end of a cloth. All was done just as it had been before: the different foods were separated into their distinct portions. The mother was astonished, seeing the depth of His feeling, and said, there is no one else like you. The mother was overjoyed, unable to contain her happiness. She took Him in her arms and embraced Him. The bliss of that meal was complete, and all longing was satisfied. Says Tuka, will someone please leave the remnants for me?