In a forest so vast, where shadows would play, lived Ghatotkacha, in a treehouse so gay. Strong and bold, son of Bhima and Hidimbi, his laughter echoed, like a joyful symphony.

He'd stomp and he'd jump with a loud 'Bam-Bam!' While birds would sing tunes, 'Tweet, chirp, and wham!'

One sunny morning, as bright as can be, Ghatotkacha met a squirrel, all sprightly and free. Chitra, the squirrel, with fur soft and gray, said 'Hello, Ghatotkacha! Ready to play?'

Off they went, running through green grassy lanes, chasing each other, like magical trains. Through bushes and trees, they laughed and they zomed, feeling the friendship deep, their spirits bloomed.

They found a small pond that shimmered and glowed, Chitra dived right in, 'Splash!' as she flowed. Ghatotkacha laughed, his joy he could not hide, he joined her with glee, in a moment of pride.

They played in the water, like dolphins they spun, 'Round and 'round they went, oh, wasn't it fun?

Time flew by quickly, the sun started to set, colors of twilight, their sky was all set. They knew in their hearts as shadows did twirl, they'd always be there in each other's world.

As night wrapped the forest, with stars shining bright, Ghatotkacha and Chitra said, 'Goodnight!'

They dreamt of the day's adventures so bold, knowing their tales would forever be told.

Ghatotkacha's heart glowed, not red but blue, for each moment they shared, their friendship grew.

So if you wander through forests and trees, listen for laughter carried by the breeze. You might spot Ghatotkacha and his little friend too, playing and singing, like friends always do.

For in every tale, under the sun, the magic of friendship is what makes it fun.