Lights flickered on in the surrounding houses. The real village elder emerged, rubbing his eyes, only to find the would-be thieves tripping over their own feet in their haste to escape.
The merchant placed a fresh slice of mango on the windowsill. Manu took a bite, looked at the merchant, and let out a perfectly timed, deep, booming laugh. myna bird
As the sun set and the village grew quiet, Manu knew he had to act. He was just a small, "dull black bird," but he had a powerful tool: his voice. Lights flickered on in the surrounding houses