In tea gardens, Santhali stories bloom,
A fable whispers, dispelling gloom.
The Hare and Moon, a tale unfolds,
Of cunning plans and truths untold.
The Hare, known quick, with fur like snow,
Met a hungry Tiger, rumbling low.
The Tiger growled, with eyes aflame,
"Tonight you dine, a tasty game!"
The Hare, unfazed, with wit so keen,
Spied a firefly's flickering sheen.
"Greater prey awaits," he said,
"A celestial beast, overhead!"
He led the Tiger, through moonlit night,
To a shimmering well, a wondrous sight.
"The Moon Beast dwells," the Hare declared,
"His reflection, in this water shared!"
The Tiger peered, with stripes ablaze,
Saw his own form, in the moonlit haze.
Leaping high, with fearsome roar,
He plunged into the well's cool core.
The Hare watched, then chuckled low,
The Tiger's hunger, met a watery woe.
But from the Moon, a voice did boom,
"Deception's price, will fill your room!"
The Hare's fur, once pure and white,
Turned spotted grey, beneath the night.
A constant mark, for all to see,
Honesty's path, sets you truly free.
So whispers the tale, from ages old,
In Santhal lands, a truth unfolds.
Let cunning ways, and lies depart,
For honesty's light, will guide your heart.
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