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Svasti explained that he had the day off as all the buffaloes were being used to plow the fields. Only the calf had been left in its stall.
Today his only responsibility was to cut grass. During the night he and his sisters and brother were awakened by the roar of thunder. Rain
pounded through their leaky roof, soaking their beds. They had never experienced a storm so fierce, and they worried about Siddhartha in
the forest. They huddled together until the storm subsided and they could fall back asleep. When day broke, Svasti ran to the buffaloes’
stall to fetch his sickle and carrying pole, and made his way to the forest to see if Siddhartha was alright.
Siddhartha grasped Svasti’s hand. “This is the happiest day I have ever known. If you can, bring all the children to come see me by the
pippala tree this afternoon. Don’t forget to bring your brother and sisters. But first go and cut the kusa grass you need for the buffaloes.”
Svasti trotted off happily as Siddhartha began to take slow steps along the sun-bathed shore.