There was a mean hunter, who used to roam in the jungle in search of birds and other small animals. He looked like Yama (the God of death), and was so heartless that he was deserted by all his friends and relatives for his cruel deeds.
In the very same jungle, there lived a happy couple of doves. They had built a beautiful nest in the top of a big tree.
One evening, the hunter caught hold of the female dove when she was alone, and trapped her into a cage. He was looking for more hunting, when a sudden storm broke in. It was accompanied by heavy rains. There was a mean hunter, who used to roam in the jungle in search of birds and other small animals. He looked like Yama (the God of death), and was so heartless that he was deserted by all his friends and relatives for his cruel deeds.
In the very same jungle, there lived a happy couple of doves. They had built a beautiful nest in the top of a big tree.
One evening, the hunter caught hold of the female dove when she was alone, and trapped her into a cage. He was looking for more hunting, when a sudden storm broke in. It was accompanied by heavy rains.
