Mongli's TRAINING by BHALOO and BHAGI| The jungle book EP 2| Urdu MORAL STORIES| URDU SHORT STORIE

The day after Sheru's warning, Mongli couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. He knew the tiger was serious about his threat. As the morning sun filtered through the dense canopy, Mongli decided to talk to his friends in the jungle. He needed their guidance and support more than ever.
Mongli made his way to the ancient banyan tree, where he often met with his closest friends-a wise old bear named Bhaloo and a mischievous panther named Baghi. They were waiting for him, sensing that something was troubling their young companion.
"Mongli, my boy, what's on your mind?" Bhaloo asked in his deep, soothing voice.
Mongli explained what had happened with Sheru. The bear listened carefully, nodding his head as Mongli spoke. Baghi, always the more impatient one, flicked his tail and growled softly. "Sheru is a bully. He thinks he owns the jungle, but we all know that this place belongs to everyone."
Bhaloo sighed. "Sheru is dangerous, Mongli. He has always ruled with fear, and now he sees you as a threat to his power. You must be careful."
Baghi, ever the trickster, grinned. "But careful doesn't mean weak. We can help you, Mongli. The jungle is vast, and it has many secrets. There are places even Sheru fears to tread."
Just then, a group of monkeys swung down from the trees, chattering excitedly. They had overheard the conversation and were eager to help. "Mongli! We can be your eyes and ears. We'll watch Sheru and his movements. If he tries anything, we'll warn you!"
Mongli felt a surge of hope. His friends were rallying around him, offering their help and support. With their guidance, he knew he could face whatever challenges lay ahead. But Mongli also knew that he needed to be strong and smart. The jungle had its own rules, and he had to learn them quickly.
As the day wore on, Mongli trained with Bhaloo and Baghi, learning the ways of the jungle. Bhaloo taught him how to gather food and defend himself, while Baghi showed him how to move silently and blend into the shadows. The monkeys, true to their word, scouted the area, keeping an eye on Sheru's den.
By the time the sun set, Mongli was exhausted but determined. He had a plan. If Sheru wanted to challenge him, Mongli would be ready. But he wouldn't face the tiger alone. The jungle was his home, and every creature in it was his ally.
That night, as Mongli lay under the stars, he felt a deep connection to the jungle. The rustling leaves, the calls of the night birds, the distant roar of the river-it all made him feel alive. The jungle was calling him, guiding him, and he knew that he was meant to protect it.