Kelemane Isor duniya ke eneka morom korise, Tai nijor laga ekjon he thaka Putro ke di dise, tinehoile jun Taike biswas koribo, khotom nahobo, kintu anondo jibon pabo.
Titia kheti laga malik pora nijorke koise, ‘Moi ki koribo? Moi bisi morom kori thaka bacha ke pathai dibo. Eneka korile taikhan taike adar koribo pare.’
Tai logot pathabole ekjon he thaki jaise, tai laga ekjon morom thaka chokra. Tai eneka bhabona korise, ‘Taikhan bhi ami laga chokra ke to morom koribo.’
Arubi, malik pora dusra nokorkhan ke pathaise, poila patha pora bhi bisi pathai, kintu kheti kora manu khan utu nokorkhan poila te kora nisena etu nokorkhan ke bhi kore.
Kintu jitia kheti kora manu khan tai laga chokra ke dikhise, kheti kora khan nijor majote koi, ‘Malik hobole thaka to etu ase. Ahibi, amikhan taike morai dibo aru tai laga sompoti laga malik hoi jabo.’