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.
Chikoo didn’t argue. Instead, she flew a short distance away, where she found a long, dry vine. She picked it up in her beak and flew back.
“Fine,” he mumbled, pushing a mango toward Chikoo. “But next time, just ask nicely—no tying vines to my toe!”
“No!” Bholu crossed his arms. “Even fallen mangoes are mine.”
Bholu looked at the fallen mangoes, then at the hungry little faces around him. His grumpy heart softened.