At the corner of a village a beggar used to sit with his begging bowl. The passersby usually gave out coins; sometimes he received rice, fruits, biscuits etc. The beggar would return home at sunset. 
One day he was sitting on his tattered rug. A wicked boy snatched his begging bowl from him. The old beggar began to shout – “Thief! He stole my plate. Catch him!” But unfortunately, nobody was near him. He got no help and lost his bowl and the alms it contained. He was in dire state. There were many people walking along, but nobody paid any heed to his lament. Rather, a dog started to bark at his misfortune. As soon as the beggar cried, the dog ran away. 
The ill-fated beggar had no other way but to cry in despair; his throat dried up. There was a Goramthan at the end of the village. Goramgod heard his cry. He appeared before the beggar in the guise of a horse. Seeing the horse, the beggar began to cry loudly. The god said,  “Don’t cry my son. Wipe your tears up and wait till I return with your bowl.” He vanished. The god re- appeared once again with a golden bowl and asked, “Is it yours?” The beggar said,  ‘No, mine was made of aluminum.” “Wait a bit” – said the god and disappeared. He returned with another bowl made of pure kansa (bell metal).
- “Take your bowl”, said the god.
-“O god, I cannot take this.”
-“Why?”
-“Because this is not mine either.”
-“That’s good.”
Goramgod disappeared and reappeared with an aluminum bowl. As soon as the beggar saw it, he exclaimed, 
- “Yes, this is my bowl. Give it back”. The god was pleased at the beggar’s honesty. He was surprised too. Generally people feel greedy at the sight of gold and they try to grab every bit of it. But this poor man turned down gold. True humanity surely persists in the world. Without delay, he gave away all the three bowls. The ecstatic beggar lay prostrate in gratitude. When he got up he saw that the god had disappeared. He understood that Goramgod had returned to his own place. He tied all the three plates together and made way to home with the hope for living a better life.
Seeing the precious plates, the beggar’s wife became speechless. The villagers gathered to see their wealth, just obtained. But some had malice in their heart too. A man learnt everything from the beggar and could not put a curb on his greed.
However, The man named Fur Singh thought, throughout the night, about how to grab similar expensive gifts. He hit upon a plan. As the sun rose the next day and, birds began to chirp, he got up, ate stale rice and sat down on a corner of the village. Later he threw away his begging bowl in a bush and began to weep. He cried, “A wicked boy has snatched my plate. There were many coins in it. He took them too. Alas! What will happen to me now? Where can I get another plate? How can I beg now? O God, have pity on me. Help me out and remove my sorrow.” – Hearing such dreadful cry Goramgod turned up in the guise of a horse. He asked, “Why are you crying 
son ? Tell me your problem.”
Fur Singh replied, “Today I was begging here. Suddenly a naughty boy snatched my plate away. I could not track him. What will happen to me now? My wife and children will starve to death if I get no alms.” Goramgod assured, “Don’t cry. Wait, I’ll do something.” He disappeared and reappeared with a golden plate and asked, “Is this plate yours?”
-“Yes yes, this is mine, this is mine. Give it.”
The god became angry. He said, “You damn liar! It is not yours. Get out, otherwise a great curse will befall you.” Fur Singh ran away. He tripped on the ground, got up and made way to his house. Goramgod went back to his own place.
Moral: Dishonesty never pays.
Goramthan: The place of God, according to the Mundas.