In the heart of a sun-drenched village, nestled between rolling green hills, stood the grandest

In the heart of a sun-drenched village, nestled between rolling green hills, stood the grandest, most generous tree in the world: Mango Mama. She was old, her bark was rough and wise, and her leaves whispered secrets when the wind blew.

High up on one of her sunniest branches, lived a tiny, green bump named Milo. Milo was hard and small, no bigger than a pebble. He watched as the butterflies danced around the fragrant white flowers and the hummingbirds sipped their nectar

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