The king asked the warlord " Is that someone's child? He talks lovely and courteously. He can surely be a good friend. Let's take a look, warlord"
When the King reached there, he saw the hermitage and the parakeet perching on the roost .
The bird said " May you, the travelers, come in the hermitage and take a rest, then we could have a little nice talk"
The King saw the bird and cleared that " It's actually the voice of this parakeet. It's so lovely, not like the other bird. Let's have a talk with this bird, warlord"
King Pacala was impressed by the speech and the manner of this parakeet, so he walked to him and talked to him intimately.
The king talked to the bird "Little bird, who's taking care of you? Who's your teacher? Do you have anything else to talk and make me happy?"
The bird said " Your Majesty, my name's Bupphaka. I'm the son of the hermit who is now out for finding fruits in the forest. I can only offer you the mental pleasure, My lord"
The king said to the bird " It's unbelievable that talking with you who are only bird can make me so happy like this."
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