The Little Vanara and the Golden Fruit

After the excitement died down, Anjana tucked Hanuman into his bed of soft leaves inside their cozy cave. She handed him his favorite wooden toy mace. “You have great strength, my little lion,” she whispered, kissing his forehead. “One day, you will use it to help the whole world.” Hanuman yawned, hugged his toy, and fell fast asleep, dreaming of mangoes and the stars.