“What?!” cried Moidootty. And out popped a tiny green mango from his mouth!

“WAAAAAHHH!!” he bawled, spraying baby mangoes everywhere. “Make it stop, Malu! Waaahh!”

“Please, Maangasura,” pleaded Malu. “It was I who threw that stone at you. Please don’t curse Moidootty like this. We’ll do anything to set things right!”

“Anything? You said you would do anything?” asked Maangasura.

“Yes, yes! Of course we will do anything to make this stop,” cried Malu.

“Anything at all!” wailed Moidootty.

“Hmmm…” said Maangasura. “Maybe there is something you can do for me after all!”

“I munch on fresh, delicious mangoes all summer long. But I crave the mangoes that have been magically transformed by humans.

“Perfect pieces of Priyoor plunged in chilly powder and salt…. Slices of sweet, sun-dried Safeda soaked with the scent of summer….
Cool, clay kulhads of lip-smacking Langra lassi…. Bits of baby-mangoes bobbing in bottles of brine…. Aaah… I could go on and on!”

Maangasura paused, lost in delicious daydreams. Then he shook his head and turned towards the children.

“Bring me all the mango dishes you can find! Only then will I reverse this curse!”