[ They stood at the base of a mango tree, an eye peering from the darkness under the wide brim of their hat as they lifted their staff, hooking a branch and tugging slightly. Pulling the branch down, their hand came up, grabbing the mango nestled in the leaves and twisting, pulling it free and dropping it in a basket. ]

[ With a small exhale, they freed their staff from the branches, circling the tree slowly and repeating the process, grabbing what was ripe, and leaving what was not. ]