Pagong walked under the tall mango tree. Golden mangoes hung everywhere in the bright sun.
One mango wobbled on its stem. Then — thump! It landed right in front of Pagong's nose.
A brown tail swung down from above. Matsing dropped from the branches. His eyes locked on the mango.
Pagong curled into his shell. The mango rolled away — past clover, over roots, right to Matsing's feet.
Matsing picked up the mango. He looked at Pagong. He looked at the mango. He looked again at Pagong.
Matsing broke the mango in half with both paws. CRACK. Juice sprayed everywhere, golden and sweet.
He pushed one half across the dirt. 'You first,' Matsing said. The mango half stopped near the shell.
Pagong uncurled. One green eye peeked out. Then both eyes opened, looking at the mango half.
They sat side by side under the tree. Mango seeds lay in the warm dirt between them.
Matsing's tail brushed Pagong's shell. A golden leaf drifted down between them. Neither moved.
