A Long time ago there was a village, Pambupatti in a jungle, so thick, So dark, that you would think no one can ever walk through it.. Fallen trees and branches blocked the road. Vines and creepers with cruel hooked thorns sprang at you, scratching your arms and legs. A few minutes of ducking and dodging, and you were ready to turn back.
Actually, Pambupatti was on the edge of the jungle. It was on a cliff, and the vast forest stretched below like a mossy green carpet. Eagles floated in the air above peering between the treetops for a rat or a snake to pounce. Sometimes there was an ear splitting crash, as if a giant had put his foot on a tree and crushed it.
There were many kinds of animals in Pambupatti : some were short, some were tall, some ate meat, some didn’t. Some prayed in a small temple at the edge of the forest while others prayed in the mosque some miles away.
There was one horse. He was very unkind and cruel. He used to call himself as the leader of the forest. Everyone was in great distress because of him.
One man also lived there. He was also disconsolate with all the quarrels between the animals. The horse tortured the small animals and even beat them up.
All animals prayed to God for help. Then one day God heard their request and sent one kind man to their village. His name was Debu.
After watching the situation in the village Debu asked all the animals the reason for their troubles. They narrated their story of woe with tears in their eyes. He tried to make all the animals aware of their rights and duties by telling them stories of honesty, peace and friendship. He was successful in his idea. When the horse shouted at them the animals answered him in kind. Then horse realized his mistake and apologized by saying sorry to them.
The man who lived in the village was very pleased with Debu and gave him a pouch full of money. Debu went back and all of them led a happy and peaceful life.
Aditi Gupta is in Class VII, Presentation Convent, Delhi
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