Years ago, Jadav was walking along the banks of the great Brahmaputra River when he arrived at a big, empty no-tree-place. It was dry and hot. The sand was powdery and striped. Striped sand? How odd. Jadav went closer to take a better look. Oh, but they weren't stripes at all! The ground was covered in snakes!
Last night's floods must have washed them ashore, Jadav thought. These snakes weren't slinking and slithering and swaying about like regular, healthy snakes. When Jadav walked among them, they didn't hiss or run away or try to bite him. They just lay about like old ropes, tired and still. "Poor snakes! They're dying from the heat! If only they had some shade to lie in! If only this no-tree-place had some trees in it!" Jadav couldn't bear to watch the snakes die. It made him so terribly sad that he sat down and began to cry.
But he quickly came to his senses. "No more crying. From now on: only trying!"

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