🌅 A cool breeze came early that morning.
In the village, banana leaves moved gently.
A cow sneezed. A dog barked once, then slept again.

Mukshi smiled.
“It’s a good day.”
Daksh, the green parrot, blinked.
That meant, “Let’s go.”

They packed a small snack—
some rice balls Amma made,
and water in an old pickle bottle.
Then off they went.

🚲🌿🏡⋯ ⋯ ⋯

🌳 The Forest Path

The forest was full of dry leaves.
Big ones. Tiny ones.
Some shaped like stars. Others like hearts.

Mukshi picked up a large, bright yellow leaf.
“Wow! This is mine,” he said.
He put it in his cycle basket.

Daksh watched quietly.

🦔 A Little Friend

Near a small pond,
they saw someone sniffing around.

It was a baby porcupine named Muru.

“Hi Muru! What are you looking for?”
“My leaf,” Muru said sadly.
“It flew away. I nap on it every day.”

Mukshi peeked into his basket.
His yellow leaf. Could it be Muru’s?

🧠 A Small Choice

Mukshi looked at Muru.
Then at the leaf.
Then at his hands.

He took the leaf out.
And gave it to Muru.

Muru squeaked happily.
He curled up on it like a blanket.

Daksh said,
“You gave something small—
but it meant a lot.”

🏡 The Way Back

On the way home, Mukshi saw another leaf.
Red, with tiny holes.
He looked around.
“Anyone need this one?”

The wind was quiet. He picked it up gently.

At the gate, Amma asked,
“Find anything nice today?”

Mukshi smiled.
“Yes. But I gave it to someone else.”

Daksh blinked twice.
That meant: Good job.

✨ Some things we find… aren’t ours to keep.

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