Once, there was a prince who went to Taxila for his education and training. He was the prince of Varanasi. When he was returning to his palace after achieving his education, his father died. And from that time onwards he was handed over his kingdom of Varanasi and has become the king on the throne of Varanasi. As he was a graceful eater people called him ‘King Dainty’. In addition, he was so overgenerous in eating different kinds of dishes, that he spent one hundred thousand pieces on one dish. He also had the good habit of inviting the people and made them watch what he ate. For this he had a marquee built in front of his palace door and in its middle he got one golden stage constructed, where he sat and ate the dish.
Thus, whenever he ate, he invited the people so that they could watch him. One day, as usual, when he was sitting and eating in front of the people, a man suddenly jumped on the stage and shouted, “I am an messenger! I am an messenger!!” As he introduced himself as an messenger, no body could dare to put off or even avoid him. The man then served his spoon at one of the dishes, much to be rude to the by standers. Considering his act to be rude, the soldiers drew out their sword to kill him. But the king avoid doing that so and told them o stop and allowed the man to eat to his fulfillment. The man enjoyed all the costly dishes. When the man finished his meals, the king himself offered him his drinking water and betel nut. Next, the king asked him, whose messenger he was; and what message was he carrying.
The man said,
"O king! I am the messenger of belly"
"So, O lord of chariots don’t be angry"
"For the belly’s fulfillment men go very far"
"Even forthcoming an enemy they find no bar."
The king was delighted with this reply. He own up the sincerity of his saying. Truly, the people are dictated for most of their actions by their bellies.
Satisfied with the answer the King gave him hundred cows in reward and withdraw to his hall.