Walashamy was so fond of honey that he always climbed trees looking for honeycombs. Gamarala was also very fond of honey, but he was scared of the bees. When he came to know that Walashamy was collecting honeycombs, a bright idea came to him.
Looking for honeycombs
One day, Walashamy set out early in the morning looking for honeycombs. When he saw a honeycomb hanging from a tall tree, he approached it very cautiously.
His mouth watered when he saw the heavy honeycomb. When he started climbing the tree, bees started attacking him. 
The bees probably did not know that Walashamy had a thick coat of hair which protected him like a shield. He went up and up the tree until he reached the honeycomb.
Walashamy broke a piece of the honeycomb and passed it to his cub who he thought was behind him. He did not know that Gamarala too had climbed the tree with a big bag.
He had covered his body with the skin of a deer. Therefore, the bees could not attack him. Walashamy kept on collecting pieces of the honeycomb and Gamarala put them in his bag very carefully. After some time Gamarala realised that Walashamy had finished his job successfully.
Before he could come down the tree, Gamarala vanished with the bag full of the honeycomb. The honey started dripping from the bag.
Trail of honey drops
Gamarala ran home as fast as he could and hid the honeycomb in a clay vessel. He shut the door tightly and hid himself behind the door. He knew that he had done something wrong. He feared that Walashamy would come looking for him.
In the meantime, Walashamy was so unhappy that all his efforts to collect honey were in vain.
Then he saw a long trail of drops of honey and followed it carefully.
At some places he could not see the honey drops and he asked the passersby whether they had seen a man carrying a big bag.
When they denied having seen such a man, Walashamy became crestfallen. He went from house to house and made frantic inquiries. Everybody said that they had not seen anyone carrying a big bag.
Gamarala’s house
When he reached Gamarala’s house, he saw some drops of honey at the doorstep.
He realised that he had come to the right place to catch the culprit. He banged the door with his strong fist, but nobody answered. Then he started scratching the door with his claws.
Gamarala cautiously opened the door and looked at Walashamy who was fuming with rage. “Now give me the honeycomb you have stolen from me,” Walashamy demanded.
“I did not steal it. One of your children must have taken it away.”
“Then explain how you got those honey drops at your doorstep?”
Gamarala had nothing to say. “Don’t make a scene. I’ll give you the honeycomb and spare my life.”
“I’ll spare your life this time. Don’t do it again.”
Walashamy retreated with the pot of honeycomb shouting loudly that he would never trust any man.