Rishi Jabali - The Sage of Jabalpur

In a small jungle of India, the wayfarers were used to see sitting in stem and harsh silence a yogi, with hands crossed upon his breast and his eyes closed for hours at a time, while he meditated in deep concentration upon the laws of Nature within the universe and within himself. The good peasants of the neighboring village passed him with bated breath and rarely stopped to look upon him save with eyes of fear, for the lines of love were not stamped upon this yogi’s face, nor was he full of that sweet humanity or humility which the holy ones who dwelt in the jungles were apt to display in their silent and ardent quest for illumination.

How the Tiger wooed the Traveller

From: Hitopadesha (Braj)

One day in the forest  when an old tiger took a bath in the river, he found a gold ornament. He took it in his hand, came and sat down on the middle of the road. And after some time, on that road there came a traveler. When he saw the tiger, sitting on the road he trembled with fear.

The Woodcutter and Ganeshji : God's sense of humor

Tale Bearer : Papa/Aaji

There was once a poor woodcutter who used to go to the forest to cut trees, then sold the wood to buy food for his family. Near his house there was a big mansion in which lived a rich zamindar (landowner/farmer) who did nothing to help his neighbor. Once the woodcutter while cutting wood went deep into the forest, he found his way to a Ganeshji temple, something happened and he thought -"I am hungry, it would be great if I put my hand on Ganeshji's tond (belly) and I get a laddoo."