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."

Fati looked at her father. He was not looking her way.

So, Fati climbed up to the top of the tree and took honey from a deep hole.

Fati thought, "I will sit here. It is a good place to rest and eat plenty of sweet honey."

So, she sat and ate.

After she ate the honey, Fati climbed down the tree.

Then she saw the bees. So many of them! BZZZ! BZZZ! BZZZ!

Fati ran away from the bees.

Fati ran to her father. She was huffing and she was puffing.

Father said, "Fati, where have you been?"

Fati did not want to say where she had been.

So, she said, "Look, Father, I have a mango. Would you like to eat it?"

Father said, "No, thank you, Fati. We must go home now. It's about to rain."

On the way home, Fati sat behind her father on the bicycle. It started to rain.

Father went too fast on the bicycle.

The bicycle went off the path.

CRASH!

The bicycle fell on Fati's leg.

At home, mother and grandmother asked about the day at the farm.

"Fati climbed a tree," said father.

"Father went too fast on the bicycle and it fell on my leg," said Fati.

"Oh, poor Fati," said mother.

"Poor, poor Fati," said grandmother. "We must take care of your leg."

And they did. And that was the end of that.