To the north of the country, a small forest called Sheetalam snuggled in snow-capped hills. This quiet haven was home to many gentle animals who lived peacefully, surviving on the limited resources the forest provided. Every day, all the animals worked diligently to gather food for the impending winter.

In the same forest, a lazy, glib-talking hare named Achal lived. His words were as sweet as honey, but his promises were hollow. Instead of working to gather food, he strolled lazily through the forest and basked under the sun. Achal often tricked his friends and neighbours into giving him food...............