The Little Vanara and the Golden Fruit
High in the emerald mountains of Kishkindha, a very special boy lived among the rustling leaves and ancient caves. His name was Hanuman. He was a Vanara, a forest-dweller with a tail that never stayed still and a heart full of mischief. Today, he was playing a game of catch near a sparkling waterfall with his best friend, Nala. Hanuman didn’t just run; he bounced like a rubber ball from rock to rock.