All summer long, Mannu the monkey has been dreaming of jamun. How he loves the ‘Juicy-shoocy jamun! Pulpy-shulpy jamun!’ When will they ever ripen on his favourite tree? He can remember how they tingle on his tongue with their sweet-sour taste. And best of all, how they make his tongue turn so purple-black!
It’s Jamun Day at last! The jamun tree must be loaded with ripe jamun! Mannu swings excitedly from branch to branch. But he’s in for a great big shock. There isn’t a single jamun on the tree! The forest floor is only carpeted with broken branches and fallen leaves. No, not a single jamun in sight!