Once upon a time, in a big mango tree, lived a little mango named Mimo. Mimo was tiny, green, and loved hanging high on the top branch. All the other mangoes were getting ripe and ready to fall. But Mimo? He was scared. “I don’t want to fall! What if I hit the ground and get squished?” Mimo cried. The wise old mango beside him said, “But Mimo, falling is not the end. It’s the beginning! You’ll be picked by a kind child, turned into juice, or maybe even become a seed and grow into a big tree!” e story nee kids page loela upload cheyali Still, Mimo held on tight. Days passed, and Mimo turned yellow, then golden. He smelled sweet and tasty. Birds and children below looked up eagerly. Mimo watched others fall and bring joy. Finally, one windy morning, whoooosh! — the wind shook the tree. Mimo let go. Plop! He landed on soft grass. A little girl picked him up and smiled. “Yummy! This is the best mango I’ve ever had!” Mimo was happy. He brought a smile ...