Story 1: Mithu Mango’s Missing Seed

In the heart of Sabzi Nagar, a cozy town full of juicy fruits and crunchy veggies, lived Mithu Mango—a bright yellow mango with a squiggly smile and a cap made of mango leaves.

Mithu loved to sing! His favourite song was:

Aam hoon main, khaas hoon main, sabziyon ke paas hoon main!

One sunny morning, Mithu woke up with a start.

“Where is my seed?!” he cried, patting his round belly. “It was here last night!”

Bindi Bai, his best friend with sparkly green bangles, heard the commotion and rushed over.

“Seed? You mean your gut?” she asked.

“No, Bindi Bai! My actual mango seed! It’s gone!” wailed Mithu.

Just then, Tamatar Tinku rolled in (he never walked, only rolled).

“Heard there’s a mango mystery!”

“Don’t be silly,” muttered Aloo Bhaiya, who was always grumpy. “Mango seeds don’t go missing!”

But Chiku Chacha, the wisest of all fruits, had a thoughtful look on his fuzzy face.

“Did you check under your tree? Maybe it rolled off?”

The gang rushed outside. They looked under the neem tree, behind the banana leaves, even inside Kaddu Amma’s empty pot.

Finally, it was Lassiwali Nariyal Didi who spotted something.

“Is this it?” she called, pointing to a little brown lump near her dhabba. Sure enough, it was Mithu’s missing seed—being used as a cricket ball by naughty Matar Munchkins!

“Oh no!” cried Mithu. “My seed’s got googly skills!”

Everyone laughed.

“You might just be India’s next cricket star!” said Tamatar Tinku, tossing the seed back.

Mithu hugged his seed tight.

“No more midnight dance parties without you, okay?”

And so, peace returned to Sabzi Nagar until the next vegetable vanished.

Moral: Even the silliest mystery can be solved with good friends and a little laughter!