Mahua tree

It is a very old story. There lived a headman in a village who used to treat his guests with great respect. The head always used to wait for someone to come to his house, and he should take care of it very well, and every morning the head thought that the guests should be fed today, what to feed so that the guest will be happy. The guest jumped with joy. The guest would leave with great pleasure and before leaving, always told the chief that no one had kept him so well. But the same thing strikes the head of the chief that the guests are not jovial. Every morning as soon as morning, the chief used to roam in the forest, collecting flowers and flowers so that if a guest came, he could feed them well. The son of the chief was also very expert in hospitality like his father. One day when guests came to his house who had come earlier, the headman and the son of the chief welcomed him well with both tuber-roots and fruits. Guests were also eating happily, happily. While eating, the guest said - "This is the only fruit found in this forest - there are many fruits in our forest. But I like this fruit very much." The headman's son was looking at his father. The chief said - "We keep wandering in the forest so that we can get some other kind of fruit. But only this is found in this forest" - The guest said - "I like your hospitality the best. Nobody feeds us with so much respect." That night the son of the chief said to the chief - "I am going to explore the forest for a few days more thoroughly. See if I can find anything else" - The chief liked it very much. He told the son - "Yes son, you go" - For several days, the chief's son wandered in the forest, but he did not see anything new. While walking he was very tired, sitting under a tree, he started to relax. Suddenly a bird sat on his head. And then she started whipping. Hey! This bird is swinging with great fun. He looked around - all the birds here look very happy. What is the matter? She keenly