In a sunny mango orchard near a small village, there lived a little monkey named Chintu. He had bright, twinkling eyes and a long, curly tail.
One hot summer day, Chintu swung from tree to tree. Swing, swing, swing!
“Oh my!” gasped Chintu. “Look at those mangoes!”
He had found a secret tree full of golden mangoes. They smelled sweet like honey. Chintu’s mouth watered.
Pluck, pluck, pluck! He picked one mango. Then another. And another!
“One for breakfast, one for lunch, one for dinner!” Chintu sang happily. His small arms were full of four fat mangoes.
But as Chintu hopped along the path home, he spotted something.
“WOW!” His eyes grew big.
High up on another tree hung the BIGGEST mango he had ever seen. It was orange like the sunset and round like a ball.
“I want that one too!” said Chintu. “I want more, more, MORE!”
An old parrot watched from above. “Careful, little monkey,” she warned. “Your arms are already full.”
“I can carry one more!” Chintu said. “Just watch me!”
Chintu tried to climb. But his arms were too full. The mangoes wobbled. Wobble, wobble!
“Put one mango down,” suggested the parrot.
“No, no, NO!” said Chintu. “These are all MINE!”
He climbed higher, hugging the mangoes tight. Almost there… almost…
“WHOOPS!”
Chintu slipped!
Roll, roll, roll! One mango fell.
Tumble, tumble, tumble! Another mango dropped.
Bounce, bounce, bounce! The third mango got away.
Splash, splash, SPLASH! All four mangoes rolled down the hill and fell into the river!
“My mangoes!” cried Chintu. He scrambled down, but it was too late. The mangoes floated away like little boats.
Chintu sat on a rock and began to cry. Now he had NO mangoes at all.
The wise parrot flew down. “What happened, little one?”
“I… I wanted the big mango too,” Chintu sniffled. “But I lost everything!”
The parrot patted his head gently. “When we want too much, we sometimes lose what we already have. Being happy with what you have is better than being greedy for more.”
Chintu wiped his tears. “I understand now.”
The next morning, Chintu found the mango tree again. This time, he picked just two mangoes – one for him and one to share with his friend, the parrot.
“Thank you for teaching me,” said Chintu, offering the parrot the bigger mango.
They sat together, enjoying their sweet treat. Chintu’s tummy was full, and his heart was happy.
From that day on, Chintu, the monkey always remembered: Taking only what you need and sharing with friends brings more joy than being greedy ever could.
