...When the Pandavas and their mother came to the bank of the stream, there was an evening lit solely by the roar of a burning organic compound house. When a brief walk, the fugitives saw a ship with a worker. When acknowledgment of the Pandavs, he proclaimed that Vidura had ordered them to be transported to the alternative bank. A dense forest stretched on the opposite facet of the stream. They entered places packed with birds and beasts. However, there was very little food and water. Then Bhima told them: - Have a rest here, and that I can rummage around for water. Does one hear the sweet cry of the crane? And wherever the crane's ar, there's additionally water. So Bhima found the lake by the cranes' screaming. He found himself sleeping on the sweet human smell, and yawning with a large mouth, the same therefore to his sister: - I'm drooling. My tongue defeated my mouth in lust. Eight of my teeth ar naked. Before long I will be able to place them within the tender human meat and dri