One afternoon, a little crow named Chikoo arrived. Her beak was dry, and her stomach rumbled.

“You tricked me!” Bholu shouted, rubbing his nose.

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 the hungry little faces around him. His grumpy heart softened.

“No!” Bholu crossed his arms. “Even fallen mangoes are mine.”