one night, a thife was caught in your village. He beaten badly, Describe the incident in about 125 words.
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Hunger: A Man's Worst Enemy
One spared me a bountiful loaf of bread
It is thievery to steal food, yet they said
The God Himself stole my supper and my meal
Is food to Him no big deal?
Now I feed on air, what else can I do?
How to live without food, if only I knew...
In the moonlight, I saw a thin, old man coming towards me. My uncle had appointed me to stand guard over a mango tree that night. They said there was a thief on the loose.
I gave the man a friendly smile, which he returned.
"How can I help?" said I.
"Hungry," he croaked.
I sympathized. I picked up a fallen mango and gave it to him. It would not cost uncle money; the mango was a bit unripe anyway. He placed his hand over my head, giving a blessing, and went away.
After sometime, I heard a high-pitched shout.
"There he is! There! Catch him!"
The dogs went haywire; the cows went moo.
I saw an outline of a man limping away vigorously. He was almost going to jump off the fence and get out of harm's way when another man caught his leg. He eagerly dragged the limping runaway.
I walked towards the scene. The village people and panchayat had gathered around too.
Someone snatched something from the thief's hands and threw it. It landed just beside my feet. It was a half-eaten mango, unripe.
"You troublesome little thief!"
"Please, sire... hear me out, once–"
The person raised a whip at the thief. The thief was the same man to whom I had given a mango.
"I was famished. My wife, my children... they were going to starve to death–"
The person lashed him. It was such a dreadful sight to see that I could not contain myself anymore.
"Stop it! He did not steal a thing! It was me who gave him the mango."
The word 'mango' seemed to have caught my uncle's attention. "What were you thinking?"
"You could not sell it anyway; it was not fully grown!"
"So?" he demanded.
"Would you rather throw something away or offer it to someone who would value it more than you do? There are so many people in this village who do not get to fill their stomachs. They do not steal, but we cannot let them starve like that. We all are a family, remember?"
From then on, there was no thievery, because whatever we got, we shared. We were a family, and that was the way of life.