The neighbour women hurry to Yashoda with complaints about Krishna — but they aren't complaining, they're relishing his mischief: they want to tell his mother of his pranks and watch him squirm behind her back. Yashoda stands up for her son: "Don't criticize my boy, he is innocent". Krishna at once takes it up: "Yes, mother, all your friends are liars. I only go to their houses out of affection, and now they criticize me". Yashoda gives the women tilak and prasad and sends them away. But the moment they leave, she turns stern: "Now listen. Stealing is wrong, understand, Kanhaiya. Your father has nine hundred thousand cows, we have butter aplenty at home. Why run to the neighbours to steal?" — "Yes, mother. Yes, mother". — "So you'll stop?" — "I can't. I simply cannot check myself". But he isn't stealing — he is greedy for one thing only: the taste of love. Those women churn that butter every day with one thought: "Let Krishna taste it". Conquered by their love, he cannot check himself — it is their prema that drags him to their pots.