The ground below was covered with more ripe yellow-green ones. Many had burst open. The soft pulp was a brilliant saffron. A sweet scent filled the cove.

“What tree is this?” Miss Bandicota Bengalensis shouted out to the noisy langurs.

“This is a bael tree. Don’t you know it?” said an elderly-looking langur, surprised by the question.

“We Indian langurs have been feasting on its fruits for thousands of years.”

Miss Bandicota Bengalensis shook her head, for she had never tasted bael before.

“Well, never mind, jump right in,” he offered. “There’s plenty for everybody!”