Fati was a little girl who ran like the wind.
She loved to laugh, and always tried hard to do as she was told.
One day, Fati went on a bicycle with her father to the farm to pull some weeds.
Soon, Fati was tired. She said, "Father, I am hot and tired. May I sit under the mango tree?"
Father said, "Yes Fati, you may sit there. But, please, do not climb any trees today."
Fati sat under the mango tree.
Fati looked up. She saw one, two, three ripe mangoes!
Fati looked over at her father. He was busy and not looking her way.
Quietly, Fati started to climb the mango tree. She thought, "I will sit here. It is a good place to rest and eat ripe mangoes."
So, she sat and ate.
After she ate the mangoes, Fati climbed down.
Only to see another tree.
This tree had something brown dripping down its bark.
It was honey! Fati loved honey! But she did not love bees.
Fati looked up and saw only one little bee.
Fati thought, "There is only one little bee. It will not hurt me if I climb the tree and look for honey."

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