Chapter One: The Smell of Magic Fruits
It's midnight. It's a dense forest. And it's a boy seemingly lost in the dark and fearfully surrounded by wolves crying and scaring. The boy, a 10-year-old Indian, is standing between bushes and frequently turning around like a weathercock--trying to shout down and scare back the beasts by uttering out loud, 'Don't come any nearer or else I'll make you suffer--suffer for ever. Yes! What do you take me for? A weak innocent boy? No, never! I'm a magician par excellence. My nickname is Mag B. Do you follow me, brutes?'
The brutes can't understand anything or see the impending danger, and start moving further forward towards their prey. In no time does the boy puts his hands into his pockets and keeps taking out odd-looking red fruits and throwing them at the wolves while saying, 'You sods! Smell and melt! Abracadabra! Giligili-hoos!' How surprising! Unbelievable! Mesmerizing! In the twinkling of an eye, as soon as they smell the fruits, they literally melt into blobs of greasy liquid.