Deep in the lush, green fields of Punjab, near a gurgling stream, stood a magnificent old Mango Tree. Its branches spread wide like a welcoming embrace, and in the hot summer months, it bore the sweetest, juiciest mangoes anyone had ever tasted. Animals from far and wide came to rest under its shade and enjoy its fruit.
Among its many residents was a tiny, energetic sparrow named Chintu. Chintu was known for his quick wit and even quicker flight. He loved the Mango Tree more than anything, not just for its fruit, but for the safe home it provided for his family in its sturdy branches.
One sweltering afternoon, a group of tired travelers paused beneath the Mango Tree. They had walked for many hours, and their water skins were empty. They looked longingly at the ripe mangoes hanging above, but they were too high to reach. One traveler sighed, “Oh, if only we had a stick, we could knock some down!”
Chintu, perched on a branch, heard their wish. He fluttered down, chirping excitedly. “Don’t worry, kind travelers! I can help!”
The travelers looked surprised. “How can a tiny sparrow help us reach those high mangoes?” one asked.
Chintu flew straight to the trunk of the Mango Tree. He chirped to the tree, explaining the travelers’ need. The old Mango Tree, always generous, rustled its leaves in understanding. It knew that sharing was a joy.
“Little Chintu,” the Mango Tree whispered through the breeze, “I can’t lower my branches, but I can do something else. When the wind blows just right, if you guide it, I will gently shake my branches. The ripest mangoes will fall.”
Chintu understood immediately. He flew to the highest, outermost branches. As a gentle breeze started, Chintu began to flap his wings with all his might, guiding the wind to swirl around the ripest clusters of mangoes. The Mango Tree swayed slightly, a soft rumble coming from its trunk. Thump! Thump! A few perfect, golden mangoes fell to the ground.
The travelers gasped in delight! They quickly gathered the fallen fruit and quenched their thirst and hunger. They thanked the Mango Tree and the clever sparrow profusely before continuing their journey, refreshed and grateful.
Word of Chintu’s cleverness and the Mango Tree’s generosity spread throughout the fields. Soon, many animals, young and old, came to the Mango Tree. Some were too small to pick fruit, others were too weak. Chintu, with the help of the Generous Tree, would always find a way to help them, using his knowledge of the wind, the strength of the tree, and his own small efforts.
One day, a wise old owl, known for his vast knowledge, watched Chintu at work. “Chintu,” he hooted, “you are very small, but you do great things. How do you manage?”
Chintu chirped, “It’s not just me, Uncle Owl! It’s the Mango Tree’s kindness and my understanding of how to work with nature. The tree gives, and I help connect its generosity with those who need it. We both use what we have to help others.”
The old Mango Tree rustled its leaves contentedly. It taught everyone that true generosity isn’t just about giving what you have, but about giving in a way that truly helps. And Chintu showed that even the smallest creature can make a big difference when they use their intelligence and work together with others.
From that day on, the Mango Tree and Chintu became symbols of how wisdom, generosity, and cleverness, when combined, can bring immense benefit to the whole community.
Moral of the StoryThe true power of generosity, cleverness, and kindness lies in working together to help others and benefit the entire community.
