Every morning, Jiva works in his garden until the sun turns as red as a bride's sari. He plants peas and beans, potatoes and tomatoes, eggplants and okra in his vegetable patch. While his friend Ruvji admires his plants Jiva sings, But each time Jiva is ready to pick the peas for his feast, they're already gone. He tries making a scarecrow and a fence, but it's no use. Who might have taken them this time?