The killing of Pralambāsura and the devouring of the devastating forest fire by Krsṇa and Balarāma became household topics in Vrindāvana. The cowherd men described these wonderful activities to their wives and to everyone else, and all were struck with wonder. They concluded that Krsṇa and Balarāma were demigods who had kindly come to Vrindāvana to become their children.
When Shri Krishna descended in the age of Dvaapar as a curly-haired, rosey-cheeked baby Who possessed as much splendor as the Universe itself, Lord Shiva rushed to Gokul to visit Him. He begged and pleaded repeatedly with Yashoda Maa to have a mere glimpse of the Divine Child, but Yashoda Maa objected each time, reasoning that her precious Babe would become frightened by Lord Shiva’s appearance: his long matted hair, his several cobras, his body adorned with ashes.
Immediately Brahmā descended from his great swan carrier and fell down before the Lord just like a golden stick. All the four helmets on the heads of Brahmā touched the lotus feet of Kṛṣṇa. Brahmā, being very joyful, began to shed tears, and he washed the lotus feet of Kṛṣṇa with his tears. Repeatedly he fell and rose as he recalled the wonderful activities of the Lord. After repeating obeisances for a long time, Brahmā stood up and smeared his hands over his eyes.
Ch:10. Although He was able to pass through the passage, the large wooden mortar stuck horizontally between the trees. Taking advantage of this, with great strength Lord Krishna began to pull the rope, which was tied to the mortar. As soon as He pulled, the two trees, with all their branches and limbs, fell down immediately with a great sound. Out of the broken, fallen trees came two great personalities, shining like blazing fire.
Bal Shri Krishna would oftentimes fake being weak when Yashoda Maa asked Him to carry items from here to there, while she would focus on her other chores. He only faked His weakness to Lovingly attract dulaar from her, and when He felt that He had enough of what He wanted, He would strike His arms with His tiny, clenched fists, make a serious face, and confidently exclaim that He is the strongest little babe in all of the land, and nothing is too heavy for Him to carry. Of course, Yashoda…