There was a baby bird. Once he got thirsty. He came to his mother. He said, "Mom, I'm thirsty." The mother said to the baby, “Son! There are no clouds in the sky right now. The tradition of our clan is to quench the water of the clouds directly in the mouth, so that you can endure the pain of thirst for a while. The baby said, “Mom! I feel very soon. I just drink the water from the lake. ” The cub sets out in search of a lake. On the way, an old sick farmer stands near the hut exhausted and hears the father-son dialogue: “Dad, I found a bag of money on the road today. I was very happy to see that. Thinking that this money would alleviate my poverty, I reached out to take the bag, but I heard you say: 'It is not the custom of the family to take another's money.' So I did not take the bag. " Chatakbal thought, “Wow! What a faith in the death of an old farmer and his son! I will also drink the water of the cloud according to the tradition of our clan. ” Thinking thus, Chatak Bal came back to his mother and told her everything that had happened. Believers were satisfied. He blessed the cub. Then when it rained, Chatakbal was immediately wiped out by the water of the cloud.