There was a kathiyar named Labhu. He used to go to the forest every day. He used to cut firewood till afternoon and return to his village after packing his load. He would sell the wood in the village market and take cooking utensils with whatever he got from it and take himself home. Thus his life was spent in extreme poverty. It's about a day. As usual he went to the forest. Hanging a rope and thumb in front of a tree, he was about to cut a branch with an ax when he heard the sound of an animal grunting. He glanced in the direction of the sound. An animal was writhing in pain.