There once was a kingdom of mice. The Mouse King was a kind man and was very blessed. He had three wives and his three wives had four sons, each strong and great in his own way, but it was known that Rama, the eldest, was the most loved of all the sons.
One day, Rama and his brother Lakshmana were out walking in the fields talking boasting about all the great things they would accomplish. An old shrew heard the conversation and stepped out in front of their path, hoping that they might be able to help him from a growing terror.
“Oh, great Princes, sons of the King! My whole family has been devoured by a terrible evil! But, your powers are well-known throughout this land. Thus, only you can defeat the foul Thataka! Please help!” The shrew wailed, throwing himself at the feet of the young mice.
Rama and Lakshmana were caught off guard. Of course, they had never actually been in a battle, but they were afraid of disappointing the old shrew, so they insisted that he direct them to the lair of the great Thataka.
The great beast stepped out of the hollow of an old tree. Its eyes were a fearsome yellow, its legs bore great claws, its teeth were sharp and yellowed and its ears were large and capable of hearing the tiny mouse steps as they approached.
“Who dares disturb Thataka!” she yowled, stretching herself on front legs and flexing her claws.
“It is us! The great Princes of the Mouse Kingdom!” Rama roared back to the cat.
The three combatants sprung forward at the same time, meeting in the middle. Laksmana flew upward, scratching Thataka’s nose and clipping off the tips of her ears. From below, Rama drew his slingshot and tossed stones into her sensitive paws, making her hop in pain. She leapt into a nearby apple tree, concealing herself completely and the tree began to shake. The two brothers darted back and forth, attempting to dodge the apples threatening to smash them.
Rama was struck by an idea. He lashed his slingshot to two low branches of a srub, placed one of the apples in it’s pouch, and together with Lakshmana, he pulled it back as far as it would go. The apple launched into the middle of the tree. Thataka gave a great scream and fell from the tree, unconscious.
Rama and Lakshmana and the old shrew hugged each other and cheered. The cat would never bother the Kingdom again!
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Author’s Note:
I chose the story of Thataka from the Public Domain Edition Ramayana. I decided to retell the story as a type of fable or fairy tale. I decided not to have the mice kill the cat, but just hurt her ego. I also left out the weapons, as I felt they weren’t necessary. However, I did change Rama’s bow to a slingshot in this story.