A brahmin saw a cow nibbling flowers in his garden. Enraged, he beat the cow so severely that it died.
"It's not my fault, " he later claimed. "Lord Indra presides over the right hand; this is Indra's deed."
When Indra heard, he came to the garden in human disguise.
"What a lovely garden!" he said.
"I did all the work myself," boasted the brahmin.
As Indra praised the flowers, the fruits, and so on, the brahmin beamed.
Then Indra revealed himself. "And if you take credit for all that, how can you blame me for the death of the cow?!"
Inspired by: Tales and Parables of Sri Ramakrishna
Notes: This is story 46 in the book. You can find out more about Indra at Wikipedia.