In a little village called Gokul, there lived a joyful baby named Krishna.
He had big shiny eyes, curly black hair, and a naughty little smile.

Krishna loved two things the most — playing with his friends… and eating butter!
Oh yes, soft, white, yummy butter!

One day, Krishna woke up and tiptoed to the kitchen.
He looked around — "Hmm, where did Ma hide the butter today?"

He sniffed the air — sniff sniff — and looked up.
There it was! A big clay pot filled with butter, hanging high from the ceiling.

Krishna called his friends. "Come quick! Let's all go eat butter together!"

His friends laughed and said, "Let's climb on each other's backs!"
One stood, then two, then three — and little Krishna climbed to the top.

He reached the pot, dipped his hand inside, and took a big bite.
"Mmm... so tasty!" he giggled.

But oh! Some butter dropped on the floor. Just then, Ma Yashoda came in.
"Oh Krishna!" she said, "Again you're eating all the butter!"

Krishna smiled and said, "But Ma, I shared it with all my friends!"

Ma Yashoda looked at the happy little faces and the empty butter pot.
She laughed and said, "Next time, tell me. I'll give you some for everyone!"

Krishna nodded, his cheeks full of butter.

That day, everyone sat together, laughing and eating.
And the butter never tasted better.