a semester of Sanskrit

My Sanskrit final is due tomorrow. It's a translation of a very wise parable. I took minor liberties with the literal word-for-word version into the following fluid version:

Mahatapas & the Mouse

Once upon a time, in the Gautama Forest, there was a sage by the name of Mahatapas. In the neighborhood of his ashram, he saw a baby mouse fall from the crow’s mouth. The compassionate sage nourished the baby mouse with small grains of wild rice. The sage had also seen a cat running after the mouse to eat it.

So, from the yogic power of asceticism, the sage made the mouse into a powerful cat. That cat was afraid of the dog, so he was made into a dog. That dog was afraid of the tiger, so he was made into a tiger. Now then, the sage saw him, even though he was a tiger, as no different from a mouse.

Then, having seen the tiger, all the people standing there said, “By this sage, this mouse was transformed into a tiger.”

Hearing this, the dismayed tiger thought, As long as this sage lives, then this story of my own humiliating form will not go away. Thus, having thought so, he set about to kill the sage.

But the sage, having known the tiger’s intention, said, “Be a mouse again,” and the mouse was made only a mouse.

So, I say:

A lowly person, having arrived at an honorable position, wants to harm the master, just as the mouse, having become a tiger, was going to kill the sage.