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Near the poet Gauri's house, there was a flower garden. One day, Sweeto the goat's young son, while grazing, wanders towards Gauri the poet's garden. In the garden, there were rose flowers. Rose flowers. Rose flowers are my favorite. I will eat rose flowers to my heart's content. The goat's son starts eating the rose flowers. Gauri the poet sees the goat's son eating the rose flowers from the window. Gauri the poet shouts. He ate it, he ate it, the wretched goat's son ate my rose flowers. I will deal with him now. Gauri the poet picks up a stick and goes and hits the goat's son on his tail. Don't hit, don't hit, don't hit me. Don't hit me. I didn't do any mischief. What is my fault? Why are you hitting me? Wretch, you ate all my rose flowers and you are asking what is my fault? Sorry, forgive me. I didn't know these roses were yours. I thought these were wild roses grown in the forest. Anyone can eat them. The goat's child goes home crying and tells his mother. Mom, they hit me. Gauri the crow hit me. Look, Gauri the crow hit my tail with a stick. Son, you must have done some mischief. What did you do that Gauri the crow hit you? There were rose flowers outside Gauri aunty's house. I ate some rose flowers. She should have explained to you. Children are explained to with love. They are not hit. She did wrong. But son, you should not go towards Gori Gopi's house again. Then one day, Rano the bird's daughter, Gudia, and Gogu say to their mother, Mom, Mom, I want to eat kheer. Mom, make me kheer. It's been so many days. I haven't eaten kheer. I will also eat kheer. Mom, Mom, I will also eat kheer. Okay children, I will go to the goat now and bring some milk and will make kheer for you tonight. Then Rano the bird goes to Sweeto the goat's house with a bucket. Sweeto the goat, my children are asking for kheer. Give me a little of your milk so I can make kheer for my children. Rano the bird, I will be very happy to give you milk. Come, take my milk and make sweet kheer for your children with my sweet milk. Rano the bird milks the goat and goes home and makes kheer. Daughter, the kheer is hot right now. I will keep the kheer in Gauri the poet's fridge for a while. When the kheer cools down, then we will eat. Rano the bird goes to Gauri the poet. Sister Gauri, I made kheer. Please keep my kheer in your fridge for a while so it can cool down. I will also eat kheer. Mom, Mom, make me kheer too. Rano the bird, where did you get the milk to make kheer? Sister Gauri, I went to Sweeto the goat. Sweeto the goat gave me her sweet milk and I made kheer for my children. After a while, Rano the bird takes the cold kheer home and serves it to her children. The children are very happy eating the cold kheer. Okay, okay, be quiet, son. I am also going. I will go to Sweeto the goat and bring her sweet milk. Gauri the poet also picks up a bucket and goes to Sweeto the goat to get milk. Goat, goat, give me a little of your milk. My Jaggu son is asking for kheer. I have to make kheer for my son. Why? Why should I give you my sweet milk? Why did you hit my son that day? Goat, your son ate my rose flowers. That's why I hit him twice. Gauri the poet, my son came home crying. You should have explained to my son with love. Children understand everything with love. But if children are hit or scolded too much, they become irritable. Yes, sister goat, I really did wrong. I shouldn't have done that. Sweeto the goat gives her sweet milk to Gauri the poet. Gauri the poet takes Sweeto the goat's milk and goes home. Gauri the poet makes kheer and keeps it in the fridge to cool. As soon as night falls, Jaggu the poet's grandmother comes to their house. Gauri the poet's brother was also with her. Uncle, uncle, my uncle has come. You did very well that you and brother came to my house today. I made kheer today. I will give you cold kheer now. Daughter Gauri, I like kheer very much. We don't get pure milk in our forest. For so many days I have been thinking if I get pure milk, I will make kheer and eat it. Gauri the poet gives cold kheer to her mother and brother. Gauri the poet's brother and mother are happy eating the cold kheer. Look, nephew, this kheer is very delicious. Sister Gauri, where did you get the milk to make kheer? Brother, brother, there is a goat in our forest named Sweeto. I got this milk from Sweeto the goat. Rano the bird and her children, whenever they went to the forest, they would collect fallen fruits from the ground and put them in a basket and give them to Sweeto the goat's children. That's why Sweeto the goat was very happy with the bird. Thank you, Rano the bird. You bring us sweet fruits every day. Thank you too, goat. You give us sweet milk, from which sweet kheer is made. The next day, Gauri the poet's mother and brother prepare to leave. Gauri the poet's mother says to Gauri the poet, Daughter Gauri, if you bring us a little milk in the bucket, we will also make kheer when we go home. Sweet kheer is also very much liked by your sister. Okay, mother, I will go to Sweeto the goat now and bring her some milk. Goat, goat, will you give me a little of your milk again today? No, today I will not give you my milk at all because today I will give my milk to the parrot. The parrot brought me sweet fruits. Sweeto the goat, it's a matter of my honor. Today my mother and brother have come. They are asking for milk. They have to make kheer when they go home. Okay, fine. If that's the case, then take my milk. I don't want you to be insulted in front of mother and brother. Then Gauri the poet takes Sweeto the goat's milk. Gauri the poet's mother and brother leave with the milk. That evening, Gauri the poet was plucking flowers from the garden. Gauri the poet fills a basket with flowers and goes to Sweeto the goat with the flowers. Sweeto the goat's son is very happy seeing the rose flowers. Mom, Mom, can I eat the rose flowers? I like rose flowers very much. No, son, don't eat the rose flowers. Gauri the poet brought these. These belong to Gauri the poet. If you eat the flowers, Gauri the poet will hit you like that day. Sister goat, don't embarrass me so much now. I have brought these flowers for you and your son. If you can give me your sweet milk, then I can also give you flowers from my garden. Hearing this, the goat's son quickly starts eating the flowers. Sweeto the goat also liked flowers. Sweeto the goat also eats rose flowers to her heart's content. Then Gauri the poet and Sweeto the goat become friends, and everyone lives together in harmony. Dear friends, don't forget to like this story, share it with your friends, and subscribe to the channel. Thank you. To listen to such stories from Rano the bird, write "Rano Chidiya ki Kahani" in the YouTube search bar or say "Rano Chidiya ki Kahani" by pressing this button. Jaggu the crow says to Kuku, Rano the bird's son, Kuku, one day I saw a melon vine near the mountains. Two melons were also growing on it. Let's go eat those melons today. Chaku, friend, is there any danger there? No, there is no danger there. I have been there many times before, and we will go and come back quickly. Kuku agrees with Jaggu's words and goes with Jaggu the crow towards the mountains to eat melons. Both friends fly towards the mountains. Jaggu the crow takes Kuku to the melon vine. There was only one ripe melon on the vine. Chaku, friend, there is only one melon on the vine here. Yes, perhaps someone else has taken the other melon. I will eat this melon. No, we will eat this melon half and half. I saw it, so I will eat this melon. If you were going to do this, why did you bring me along? Now this melon is half mine and half yours. Jaggu wanted to eat that melon himself. But he lies. Okay, let's pick this melon from the vine and take it to the river, and then we will cut it in half there with a knife. Kuku agrees. Jaggu picks the melon from the vine, and they fly away from there. On the way, Jaggu the crow spots a house. Jaggu the crow stops there and says to Kuku, Kuku, Kuku, look, the house door is open. You go and bring a knife from that house, and we will cut this melon and divide it in half. Kuku agrees with Jaggu and goes into the house. There was no one in the house. Kuku calls out, Is anyone there? Is anyone here? Jaggu quickly locks the house door from the outside and bolts it. Open the door. Jaggu, Jaggu, open the door. Why did you lock the door? Jaggu goes near the window and says to Kuku, because now I will eat this entire melon. Bye, I'm leaving. Jaggu leaves Kuku locked in the strange house and goes away. Jaggu, get me out of here. You eat the whole melon, but please get me out of here. Jaggu flies quickly to the river and sits by the river and starts eating that melon. The hungry Mahi the kite sees the melon with Jaggu the crow and comes there. Sweet, sweet melon, give it to me, little crow. I won't give it. I won't give it. This melon is mine. Will you give it, or shall I eat you? Jaggu flies away to escape, but Mahi the kite quickly catches Jaggu and injures him with her sharp beak. Those who don't understand with words don't understand with love. The kite picks up the melon and leaves, and Jaggu, injured, cries for help. My wing, my wing is injured. Someone help me. Someone help me. But there was no one there to help Jaggu the crow. Jaggu could not fly because his wing was bleeding. Meanwhile, Kuku was calling out to passing birds from the window. A parrot passes by from a distance. Kuku calls out to the parrot. Uncle Parrot, Uncle Parrot, help me. The parrot hears Kuku's voice and comes towards him. Little bird, what happened? Are you in trouble? Uncle, my friend locked me in here and ran away. Please open the bolt from the outside. The parrot quickly opens the bolt of the door. Always stay away from such mischievous friends. Uncle, thank you very much for helping me. I will stay away from such friends in the future. Kuku breathes a sigh of relief and flies away. When Kuku passes by the river, he sees Jaggu lying injured. Kuku comes there. Jaggu, what happened? Your wing is bleeding. Kuku, the kite snatched my melon and injured me. Help me. I will go and call your father right now. Kuku flies quickly and goes to Jaggu the crow's father. Uncle, uncle, Jaggu has been injured by the kite. Hearing this, Jaggu's father, Kalu the crow, panics. Where is Kuku? Where is my Jaggu? Uncle, he is by the river. Kalu the crow runs and goes to Jaggu and picks him up and takes him home. Kalu the crow bandages Jaggu the crow. Three days pass like this. Now Jaggu was fine. Dad, I am fine now. I am going to meet my friend Kuku. Yes, yes, go, son, but come home soon. Then Jaggu the crow goes to Kuku. Friend, thank you for helping me that day. Let's go for a walk in the forest together. You were in trouble, so I helped you. But now you are not my friend. Because that day you locked me in that house for half the melon and ran away. Hearing this, Jaggu is very ashamed and flies away. Dear friends, from this story, we learn that a friend is one who helps in times of trouble, and one who deceives is never a friend.