Everyone in Gokul knew one thing, if your butter pot was empty, little Krishna had probably been there. Butter wasn't just food for him, it was pure joy. Mischievous, clever, and always smiling, Krishna loved sneaking into homes with his friends and helping himself to the creamy treasure.
Villagers would try every trick, hanging pots from ceilings, locking storage rooms, even posting guards. But Krishna had a way. He'd stack stones, climb on his friends' shoulders, and steal butter with laughter echoing all around.
Yashoda would hear complaints every day. "Your son stole my butter again!" And she'd scold Krishna, who just looked up with innocent eyes-and a butter-smeared face.
To the people of Gokul, these were the naughty deeds of a cheeky boy. But in truth, each act was divine play, Krishna teaching love, laughter, and that joy lies in the simplest things.
To this day, every Janmashtami, kids dress up as Krishna, pots of butter are hung, and the playful spirit of Gokul lives on in hearts everywhere.
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