Byantaka told him, “I am returning your pot, it has reproduced.” The neighbour was amazed that his pot had produced another pot. He praised Byantaka saying, “Your home is blessed.” After a while, Byantaka went back to his neighbour to borrow the pot again. He did not have good intentions.
The owner of the big pot waited in vain for Byantaka to return his pot. Eventually he went to Byantaka’s home and said, “I have come for my pot.”
Byantaka told his neighbour, “My friend, our pot died. I was just on my way to tell you the bad news.”
His neighbour clapped his hands together in surprise. His face began to swell with anger. He shouted at Byantaka, “I have never heard of a pot dying!”