Juno was, as usual sitting on the banks of the river, reading a large loob. This volume had been sent to him by a feeow historian from across the world. The birds were chirpping above and the leaves drifted down lazily. Megha the Crow was engaged in an animated conversation with the Crane that was building its nest high above the water level. Juno found their conversation rather disturbing. "Ah" said he, "why does that crow think that her voice is so melodious".
A sharp gust of wind blew the book that Juno was reading and he lurched forward to hold it as the pages fluttered in the breeze. Megh who was watching Juno from her perch at the top of the canopy flew down and glided gently to the rock against which Juno was leaning. "Juno" said she, with a chuckle, "you never seem to get tired of reading." Before waiting for an answer she said, "you seem to be quite unconcerned about the goings on in the Jungle Kingdom." " Even Michael the Monkey was seen wearing a mien of concern", said Megha with a sigh.
"What re to talking about, Megha" asked Juno, looking surprised.
"I have been here since morning and have seen and heard nothing", said Juno.
"Well, there are a number of trucks and heavy earth moving tractors parked near the ruins of the ancient temple" said Megha, her voice laced with apprehension.
"Does Karadi know about this development". "No" said Megha. "We are afraid of going to his cave as he is hibernating and may not like to be disturbed".
"I will tell him" remarked Juno, as he adjusted his scarf firmly around his neck.
To be continued
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