"No doubt the king,"--This story the Master told in Jetavana, about one who destroyed pottles. At Savatthi, they learn, a certain courtier invited the Buddha and his company, and made them sit in his park. As he was distributing to them, during the meal, he said, "Let those who wish to walk about the park, do so." The Brothers walked about the park. At that time the gardener climbed up a tree which had leaves upon it, and said, taking hold of some of the large leaves, "This will do for flowers, this one for fruit," and making them into potties he dropped them to the foot of the tree. His little son destroyed each as soon as it fell. The Brothers told this to the Master. "Brothers," said the Master, "this is not the first time that this lad has destroyed pottles: he did it before." And he told them an old-world tale.
"Once upon a time, when Brahmadatta was king of Benares, the Bodhisattva was born in a certain family of Benares. When he grew up, and was living in the world as a householder, it happened that for some reason he went into a park, where a number of monkeys lived. The gardener was throwing down his pottles as we have described, and the chief of the monkeys was destroying them as they fell. The Bodhisattva, addressing him, said, 'As the gardener drops his pottles, the monkey thinks he is trying to please him by tearing them up,' and repeated the first stanza:
"'No doubt the king of beasts is clever
"On hearing this the Monkey repeated the second stanza:
"'Neither my father nor my mother
"And the Bodhisattva responded with the third:
"'If this is proper monkey nature,
"and with these words of blame he departed."
When the Master had ended this discourse, he identified the Birth: "At that time the monkey was the boy who has been destroying the potties; but the wise man was I myself."