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The Talking Mango Tree: A Tale of Friendship

The talking Mango Tree

One golden summer afternoon, the sun hung lazily above the treetops, casting long shadows over a quiet village path. A soft breeze rustled through the leaves as two best friends, Pia and Riyadh, wandered into the orchard behind Pia’s house.

Look, Riyadh!” Pia exclaimed, pointing excitedly at the tall mango tree near the edge of the field. “The mangoes are ripe today! Let’s pick some for Grandma’s mango pie!”

Riyadh grinned. “Great idea! Let’s gather a few rocks to knock them down.”

The children ran around, collecting pebbles and smooth stones. They aimed carefully, excited to bring down the juicy golden fruit hanging high above.

Just as Pia raised her hand to throw, a deep and gentle voice echoed around them.

Excuse me, friends… Could you maybe not throw so many rocks at me? It kinda hurts, you know?

The children froze. Pia dropped her stone. “Did… did the tree just talk?!” she whispered.

Riyadh’s eyes grew wide. “I’ve never heard a tree talk before!

The tall mango tree rustled its leaves gently, almost like a chuckle. “Well, I may not have a mouth like you two, but I’ve got stories to tell.

Pia and Riyadh stepped closer, completely mesmerized. “What kind of stories?” Pia asked.

Oh, all sorts of things!” said the mango tree. “For starters, I breathe without a nose! My leaves are like little air cleaners. I suck in the stuff you don’t want to breathe—like smoke and dust—and push out clean, fresh air for you to enjoy.

Whoa, that’s amazing!” Riyadh said, tilting his head to examine the leaves.

And that’s not all. I give you sweet mangoes to eat, cool shade when the sun is too hot, and even wood that can help build homes, furniture, and toys.

Pia smiled wide. “We never knew how special you were, Mr. Mango Tree. We just wanted to get fruit for Grandma’s pie.

And I’m happy to share my mangoes,” the tree said warmly. “But if you throw rocks at me every time, it bruises my bark, scares the birds who live in my branches, and hurts the tiny bugs that call me home. There are kinder ways to ask.

The children looked at the stones in their hands and slowly placed them back on the ground.

We’re sorry, Mr. Mango Tree,” Pia said. “We didn’t mean to hurt you.

It’s okay,” said the tree. “Now that we’re friends, I trust you’ll take better care of me. And I’ll make sure to drop a few ripe mangoes for you tomorrow morning, gently, just in time for that pie.

Pia and Riyadh beamed.

Thank you! We promise to be more careful next time,” Pia said.

The mango tree swayed its branches as if nodding, a few leaves fluttering down like a quiet hug.

As the sun began to set, the children waved goodbye to their new leafy friend and skipped back home with happy hearts and a new understanding.

That night, they told Grandma all about their magical encounter. And the next morning, as promised, five golden mangoes lay in a neat little pile beneath the tree.

They picked them up gently—no rocks, no rush, just friendship and respect.

Moral of The Story

Nature is our friend, and friends deserve kindness and care. When we treat the environment with love, it gives back more than we ever expect.

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