after a time she re-appeared as a bamboo growing on the embankment of the tank in which she had been drowned. when the bamboo had grown to an immense size, a jogi, who was in the habit of passing that way, seeing it, said to himself, "this will make a splendid fiddle." so one day he brought an axe to cut it down; but when he was about to begin, the bamboo called out, "do not cut at the root, cut higher up." when he lifted his axe to cut high up the stem, the bamboo cried out, "do not cut near the top, cut at the root." when the jogi again prepared himself to cut at the root as requested, the bamboo said, "do not cut at the root, cut higher up;" and when he was about to cut higher up, it again called out to him, "do not cut high up, cut at the root." the jogi by this time felt sure that a bonga was trying to frighten him, so becoming angry he cut down the bamboo at the root, and taking it away made a fiddle out of it. the instrument had a superior tone and delighted all who heard it. the jogi carried it with him when he went a-begging, and through the influence of its sweet music he returned home every evening with a full wallet.