A sage had told me malicious king Kamsa that his nephew would kill him and take his throne. No problem : Kamsa simply had each of his sister's children killed the moment it was born . But sister Devaki and her husband Vasudeva managed to slip their eighth infant to safety. Little Krishna grew up in the village of Vrindavan, where he made a charming nuisance of himself. He was always finding ways to get his little fingers into his foster mother Yasoda's tasty fresh butter. Which is why to this day you'll hear Hindus, with tears of affection streaming from their eyes, call Krishna damodara, " the butter theif".
Kamsa's assassins were always lurking but somehow the little toddler turned the tables on them all. Kamsa never did catch the boy destined to be his undoing.
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