(i) The infant looks of the Babe reveal His innocence, the inability to distinguish between the real mother and the Imposter.
(ii) The Babe had pinching hunger and cried for the mother’s breast-milk, casually kicking the cart-wheel. But then, what a mighty kick it was and, that too, just from one foot of the tender Babe! The wheel broke into bits and with it, the demon who had taken possession of it-Juvenile valour indeed!