MAGIC

When Krishna appeared at one time on one side, on the other side at another time, all around him sometimes, Kamsa scorned Krishna and said, “You fellow! Krishna! Put a stop to your magic tricks!” He did not stop with that.

He boasted, “Face to face with the might of my shoulders, the might of your magic, how much is it? Only a tiny drop!” When the same Krishna, a seven-year youngster, vaulted over him and felled him to the ground and sitting on hi7 s chest, squeezed his neck in a mortal hold, Kamsa wailed piteously, “Oh! Oh! I am dying!” Then Krishna retorted, “Uncle! This is magic, magic, only magic!”