“Then Gautam Kahn returned. He had the police officer with him.
“This is the boy,” he said and pointed at me. “He stole my oranges.”
“Is it true?” the police officer asked. “Yes, it is, “I know it was wrong,”
I added, “but it is so hot and the oranges were so juicy.” The police officer looked at Gautam kahn. “Do you really want me to take this boy to the police station?”
he Plant them and you will never again have to take fruit from other people’s trees.
Then he told me to home.
Yatin Indra looked at his grandson. His story was finished.
He pointed up at the orange tree behind them.
And this my dear is the tree that grew out of my seeds. Every time I eat an orange from it
I think about Gautam kahn and the lesson that I learned.