The locust travelled far and wide to distant lands in search of the ultimate knowledge. He had left his country because of an uneasy feeling of lack of knowledge. The knowledge was to be found and his thirst for it was to be quenched. Locust was a coy being, he seldom talked to anybody, and lived in his world. It was due to the lack, or not, he was not sure. He was otherwise an complacent being, but due to this sensation of uneasiness he had lost the serenity of his once tranquil life.
The locust in order to search for the ultimate truth, left the comfort of his home and began his journey to battle against the uneasiness.
After much travel he reached the kingdom of the cobra. Deadly cobras dangled from tree branches here and there. Some rested in obscurity of shade of the bushes, while some darted around in the forest. He soon came at a place where an old cobra sat under a banyan tree. The skin of the black cobra was mottled and his eyes were peaceful.
