Bholu looked at the fallen mangoes, then at the hungry little faces around him. His grumpy heart softened.
Chikoo picked up a mango and took a sweet bite. “No, uncle. You refused to share what was falling anyway. The tree chose to share with me.”
Slowly, carefully, she tied one end of the vine around Bholu’s big toe while he was dozing. Then she tied the other end to a low branch of the mango tree.
“No!” Bholu crossed his arms. “Even fallen mangoes are mine.” the champak story box pdf
“Fine,” he mumbled, pushing a mango toward Chikoo. “But next time, just ask nicely—no tying vines to my toe!”
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Hearing this, the other forest animals—Ramu the rabbit, Fifi the squirrel, and even Montu the mongoose—gathered around. Bholu looked at the fallen mangoes, then at
Bholu woke with a roar and jumped up to chase the imaginary thief. But as he leaped forward, his toe was yanked back by the vine. Thud! He fell flat on his furry belly.
In the heart of Champakvan forest, there stood a tall, leafy mango tree. It was summer, and its branches drooped with fat, golden-yellow mangoes that smelled like sunshine.
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The jerk shook the tree, and a dozen ripe mangoes came tumbling down—right beside Chikoo.
“My tree! My mangoes!” Bholu would growl.
She flapped her wings loudly. “Caw! Caw! Bholu uncle! Look up! A monkey is stealing your mangoes!”