Chuha apne chhote se bil ke bahar aaya, uski aankhein uttejna se chamak rahi thi. Uska roz ka safar shuru hone wala tha.
"Chuhe bhai, tumse dosti karna chahti hoon," Billi ne madhur swar mein kaha, jab Chuha uske pass aaya.
"Sach mein, Billi Didi? Aap dosti karna chahti hain?" Chuha ne shankit hote hue poocha.
"Dosti ke liye mujhe tumhare anaj ki zaroorat hai," Billi ne muskurate hue kaha, jab Chuha ne apne gharelu bhandar se anaj nikal kar usse diya.
"Chalo, dosti ke samarthan mein natak karte hain," Chuha ne kaha, asmanjas mein.
"Haan, yahaan aao," Billi ne us jagah ki taraf ishara kiya jahan woh usse pakad sakti thi.
"Ab tu bach nahi sakta!" Billi ne jhapata maara, lekin Chuha ne turant surang mein ghus kar apni jaan bachai.
"Ab samajh gaya, kisi bhi shatir dushman par kabhi bharosa nahi karna chahiye," Chuha ne apne aap se kaha.
Aur Billi? Woh ek baar phir bina shikar ke reh gayi!