When Kabir was about 2-3 weeks old, Jay told him the following story:
Once upon a time there was a baby Kabir. He enjoyed many things that babies do, but his favorite was pooping. He pooped everywhere all the time. Eventually, the people in his village got tired of him.
"You're poops are smelly, and they stain our clothes and get on our shoes. Go live somewhere else."
Kabir cried and walked away and began looking for a place that would take him. However, wherever he went, the people did not want him for the same reasons. He began to get very sad.
Eventually, he sat down on a very dry, dusty part of the ground. He cried and pooped and peed for a long time. Then he went under a tree and fell asleep.
When he woke up, he was swamped in tall plants, and could hear people murmuring and laughing.
"Our crops!" they shouted. "Our food is growing!" They ran around happily and found Kabir laying in the middle of it.
"Did you do this?" they asked. "Our hero!" They grabbed and lifted him up high above the plants. Kabir was so happy he couldn't stop laughing.
The villagers celebrated Kabir with a feast, and Kabir was so happy to find a home where he and his talents were appreciated. He stayed and lived there for a long time, pooping and celebrating with his new friends.
