Now Patacara became very distressed and cried and cried, saying, "One of my sons has been carried away by a hawk, the other swept away by the river, and by the roadside my husband lies dead." She went off weeping until she met a man and asked him, "Sir, where do you live?"
"In Savatthi," he replied.
"In the city of Savatthi in such and such a street lives such and such a family. Do you know them, Sir?"
"Yes, my good Lady, but don't ask me about that family. Ask me about another family you know."
"Good Sir, I know only that family. Please tell me about them," said she.
"Since you insist, I cannot hide the truth," said the man. "In the heavy rains last night, the family's house collapsed, killing all of them."