Once upon a time in India, there was a boy named Siddhartha Gautama. He was born into a small kingdom as a prince as he was very wealthy and living in luxury.
A wise man told his father that he was to be a king if Siddhartha was never to see any type of suffering, or he would become a religious man.
Siddhartha is to be a king or a religious man. He will be a king if he does not see suffering.
Nonetheless, Siddhartha spent his early days in luxury, and his best friend, Ananda who was also his cousin. He was gentle and very kind, but his cousin Devadatta hated his kindness and compassion. He did not like how Siddhartha was getting all of the attention.
Ha Ha Ha! So fun!
I'm so jealous of Siddhartha
One day, Siddhartha was playing by a river that had flown throughout the palace. There were many swans in the river and they were beautiful. All of a sudden, an arrow hissed through the air and pierced the prettiest and largest swan.
Oh no! The swan is injured! Who shot it?
Devadatta and Siddhartha ran towards the swan. Siddhartha bandaged the swan. “That’s my swan. I was the one who shot it!”, yelled Devadatta. “No it is mine, for I have saved it” replied Siddhartha. “Lets ask the Guru to tell us who the swan belongs to” said Siddhartha and the cousins went off to find the Guru.