Who has forbidden to eat stolen things?
I wanted to take some mangoes
when I was looking for a baby bird
Oh my God, what is this?
I suddenly became sweaty
after hearing your grandfather's voice!
No, no, raw mangoes are too sour
I'll pick them up as they ripen later.
Yet, will I go empty handed?
So I'd take just one piece!
Ah, it was midday
and the summer sun was burning on skins
I looked back twice alone
And I climbed the mango tree up in silence
Oh gosh, how scared was I!
When I was going to grab
a bunch of raw mangoes
Uh, who knew before that
crazy black bees would bite me!
Oh dad, something happened there
Mommy, I fell down and my two teeth havebroken!
This is the punishment for the mango theft!
The legs are not going straight
and my right hand has broken too!
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