लोमड़ी moved gracefully through the jungle, her reddish fur gleaming in the dappled sunlight. Her sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, always alert to the rustle of leaves or the call of a distant bird. Today, her attention was caught by a glint of light high in the branches. Curious and ever the opportunist, she approached quietly.
The source of the shimmering light was none other than कौआ, sitting proudly on a sturdy branch, a shiny object clutched tightly in his beak. He looked down at the forest below, his glossy feathers ruffling slightly in the breeze. The object was precious to him, and लोमड़ी knew it.
लोमड़ी approached with her usual charm, her voice as smooth as the flowing river. "Oh, dear कौआ, your feathers are the most splendid I've ever seen, and your voice, surely, it must be the sweetest in the jungle," she cooed, her eyes never leaving the shiny object.
Flattered by लोमड़ी's words, कौआ felt his heart swell with pride. Forgetting his caution, he decided to sing, to prove the fox right. As soon as he opened his beak, the shiny object fell, tumbling through the air like a falling star.
लोमड़ी was swift, her agile body darting forward to snatch the item before it hit the ground. With a triumphant glint in her eye, she turned and dashed away into the depths of the forest, leaving कौआ behind, his song lost to the wind.
कौआ sat in silence, watching the sun dip below the horizon. He felt the sting of foolishness, understanding now the cost of his trust in sweet words. Yet, even in his solitude, he knew that the jungle had taught him a valuable lesson—one that would guide him in future encounters. And so, with a newfound resolve, he spread his wings and took to the sky, wiser than before.
