In Mango Meadows, two tribes of monkeys lived. One was the Ganga tribe. The other was the Yamuna tribe. Rana led the Ganga tribe. Tara led the Yamuna tribe. They lived in peace. A big mango tree stood in the meadow. It was special to both tribes.
Summer came. Rana noticed fewer mangoes. “The Yamuna tribe must be taking more,” he thought. Tara had the same worry. “The Ganga tribe is taking too many,” she said to her tribe.
Both tribes were upset. They prepared for a fight. War drums echoed. But two young monkeys didn’t want a fight. They were Arjun and Meera. They were friends. They hatched a plan.
They went out at night. They found a hidden stash of mangoes. “So, it is true,” Arjun thought. But then, parakeets flew in. The birds added more mangoes to the stash. Meera looked at Arjun. “It’s not us. It’s them!”
Arjun and Meera ran back. They had to stop the fight. They found Rana and Tara at the front. The tribes were about to clash. “Stop!” Arjun yelled. He held up a mango seed. “This is our future!”
Meera showed a feather. “Look!” she said. Just then, the parakeets flew down. They went to the mango tree. They plucked more fruit. Everyone gasped.
An elder monkey named Devi stepped forward, her eyes twinkling like stars. “This is a sign,” she announced, pausing to let her words sink in.
“It’s a divine message from the universe. Nature’s bounty is for all of us to share, not just the monkeys of Mango Meadows but every living being that calls this Earth home.”
The crowd was silent for a moment, contemplating the depth of Devi’s words. She continued, “We must not be selfish. We should not hoard. The mango tree was here before we were born, and it serves not just us but also the parakeets, the insects, and all the creatures we haven’t even noticed. We must respect that.”
