RAM rose at break of day and missed his bow.
“You left
it buried in the earth outside
our hut,” said Sita, “wait, I’ll fetch it now”
They went and as she drew it out, she cried:
“You did to death your loyal frog, my Lord!”
Startled, he looked and found the creature
bleeding.
“But why,” he sighed, “did you not say a word?”
“When others hurt,” it smiled, Save, Ram!—I
wail:
To whom can I appeal when you impale?”