The boy was given no choice in the matter, so the next day he came with his calf brother to the palace square.  The king ordered his bull elephant to be released, and it immediately thundered toward the bull calf.  However, to the astonishment of all the citizens, the young bull took the elephant on his horns and killed it outright.  Instead of accepting his defeat, the king immediately sent a poisonous snake against the bull calf.  The calf managed to thrust its horns right through the snake, mortally wounding it.  But while the serpent lay dying it sprayed poison all over the bull calf so that it, too, died.  The orphan boy wept and mourned the loss of his brother, because from now on he would have to go through life alone.

He bore away his brother’s horns and later asked a sculptor to carve a Buddha statue out of them, because that is what his brother had once asked him to do when he should die.  But the bull calf was not truly dead and gone.  His spirit rose up to heaven and became Phra In, a divine being: the great god Indra, who lived blissfully with the gods.

Meanwhile the king, incensed because of the loss of his bull elephant, was determined to destroy the orphan boy.  The cruel ruler called him back to the palace and said: “You shall plough all my fields lying outside the city, weed them, and plant rice on them, all in one day.  If you fail, I will have you put to death.”

The orphan boy went out to the king’s fields, which extended across the horizon.  Indeed, they stretched so far that no one knew how large they actually were.  However, he started ploughing anyway, working as hard as he could, but by midday he had only covered a small area.  In despair, he sat on the ground and cried.  Hearing him, his brother descended from heaven and asked, “My brother, why are you crying?”

The orphan boy, overjoyed at seeing his brother once more, told him what the king had said.  Phra In then spoke some secret words.  Immediately, the entire field was cleared of weeds, ploughed, and made green with fresh rice plants.  The orphan boy thanked his brother profusely and went to announce to the king that all was ready.  The king would not believe him, so he went to the fields himself.  To his astonishment, he saw rice plants growing as far as the eye could see.

Instead of being satisfied, the king commanded the orphan boy to harvest all the rice before sunset the next day or else be executed.  The orphan sat down and cried once more, realizing that such a task was impossible to accomplish.  Soon he heard the voice of his dear brother ask, “Why are you crying, my brother?”