He gathers the children, enters the house boldly, and quickly eats the butter right before everyone. Hari is caught, Hari is caught! Scold him if you have no shame; if we catch him, neither you nor we will be spared. You think it is funny, and he finds it sweet. Why are you smiling? Have you gone mad? We will come to you directly; he has corrupted the boys and girls. What can we say of his quarrelsome ways? We are ashamed to speak. His face is smeared, his nose is running, and Dasavanti says: bring him here, we will teach him a lesson. He has caused great trouble in every home and neighborhood. He enters the churning place and eats the butter there. They all gather, tie a rope around his neck, and bind him to the mortar: now stay still. They say: we have caught you at last, Hari; today you will not steal again. But he glances mischievously from side to side and laughs. Then, having scattered them all, he uproots the mortar and topples the two Arjuna trees. A great commotion arises. Dasavanti cannot hold herself back. Says Tuka, the Lord, my benefactor, runs and embraces the child.