Bhunte was in haste. He wanted to empty his bowel. With great relief, he defecated and was about to move away from his place- he saw something captivating. A tiny black insect was rolling a small ball out of his dung bolus. Bhunte puffed some air to check. But this fellow did not stop. He was pushing the dung-ball with his hind legs and walking away. ‘Hi, Bhunte- thanks, brother. I wanted some dung to feed, live and reproduce. I am Gobre, by the way.” Bhunte was amazed to get one more friend. He was also happy that even his dung meant a lot to many tiny folks like Gobre. Gobre continued- “Well, we are many of us. Humans call us dung beetles. I am amongst the rollers who roll dung into round balls, feed on them and use them as breeding chambers. My brothers are dwellers- who live in the dung itself and tunnelers who built the tunnels or buried dungs. You know Bhunte, like how you contribute towards engineering these vast forests– we do the same by recycling the nutrients and improving the soil structure- which will, then, help many other beings to flourish.” Bhunte’s eyes were wide open. He sat down as close as Gobre. “Sorry Bhunte, I got to go a long way- will meet you some other day and introduce my family to you.” As Bhunte observed, Gobre rolled a dung ball and vanished into the fresh flush of green grasses…

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