I was reading my book this afternoon, my eyes were wandering outside the window, it took a while before I realized that I saw something that should excite me... I saw a big mango fruit hanging down its bough. I rushed out from the apartment and there I saw that the mango tree was really not a big tree. The mango is big enough that I thought it should be ready to pick. I asked my husband to whom does the mango tree belong. I guess the owner of that short mango tree should pick up that fruit before anybody else do.