Milo the monkey loved mangos more than anything,more than bananas, coconuts, or even swinging on vines.
One blazing afternoon, Milo’s nose twitched. Sniff sniff… There it was: the last mango of the season, glowing golden at the very top of the tallest tree.
Milo’s tummy rumbled. “That mango is mine!” he declared.
But as soon as he said it, a parrot squawked, “The last mango? Everyone wants that!”
Silly Attempts and Funny Fails
Milo tried everything to get the mango.
First, he stacked wobbly rocks. Crash! They tumbled like pancakes.
Then, he tied vines together to make a rope. Snap! He landed in a muddy puddle.
Finally, he asked a giraffe for help. The giraffe stretched her long neck but sneezed, Achoo! and nearly knocked Milo into a bush.
The jungle animals laughed.
“Maybe that mango doesn’t want to be picked!” giggled the parrots. But Milo wasn’t ready to give up.
A Mango Tug-of-War
Word spread fast: the last mango was ripe. Soon, a raccoon, a toucan, and even a sleepy sloth gathered under the tree.
“Mine!” squeaked the raccoon.
“Mine!” squawked the toucan.
“Eh… maybe mine later,” yawned the sloth.
The animals argued, tugged, and even tried balancing on each other’s shoulders. It looked like a circus gone wrong!
Milo groaned. “If we keep fighting, that mango will fall and SPLAT!”
Sharing the Sweet Victory
Milo had a new idea.
“What if we share it?” he suggested. The animals blinked in surprise.
“Share… a mango?” asked the raccoon.
“Why not? It’s the sweetest when enjoyed together,” Milo said with a grin.
So, the giraffe carefully plucked the mango. They split it into juicy slices. Everyone got a piece,even the sloth, who chewed so slowly that night fell before he finished.
The animals laughed, their bellies full. Milo licked his paws happily. The last mango wasn’t just a snack; it became a feast of friendship.
And from then on, whenever the mango trees blossomed again, the jungle remembered: the best fruit tastes sweeter when shared.
The End !
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