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The Fox and the Crow Story in English

One day a hungry fox wandered about in search of food. He reached a garden. There he saw a crow sitting on the branch of a tree. She had a big piece of cheese in her head. The fox’s mouth was full of that. He wanted to have that piece of cheese. He hit upon a plan. He said, “O! Crow, how shining your feathers are! You look very beautiful.” The crow was greatly pleased to hear these words of admiration. When the fox saw that his words had the desired effect he again said, “Your voice is very sweet. Will you, please, sing a song?” The crow opened his beak and began to caw. No sooner did she open her beak than the piece of cheese fell down on the ground. The fox picked it up and went away saying, O! Crow, don’t take the trouble to sing. I shall hear your song some other day.” The crow realized her mistake, and it began to repent over her folly. Moral: Beware of flatterers. [ PDF Download ]

A Street That Leads to My Home or School Paragraph

I got off the bus stop lugging a heavy laden school bag on my shoulders. I sighed and wished I didn’t have to walk a further ten minutes to reach home. I leisurely began making my way home. The footpath was a bit uneven in places and if I weren’t careful I might’ve tripped. A sudden barking interrupted my train of thought and I glanced over to my left side. A small white bungalow with a sloping crimson roof could be seen. Prominently displayed just outside the gate was a tiny white signboard that said “Beware of dog”. I decided to heed the warning and quickly moved past that house. The next few houses were similar to the ones I had just passed. In most of them I could spot an inflatable swimming pool lying in the garden. Inflatable pools had rapidly gained popularity as the temperature soared in recent weeks. One saintly person had installed a drinking water fountain outside his house from where I took a quick sip to soothe my parched mouth before heading on. In the distance I could sp

Autobiography of Waste Paper Basket - What is Waste Paper Basket and Recycling Process?

Outlines Birth and parents. Sold to a business firm. Under the table of the Manager. My daily food. Kicked by the master and degraded. The last and days. I should be spared the unpleasant task of introducing myself, for, I am sure, you must have seen me very often. I have from my very birth a weak constitution, so much so that you can actually count all my ribs. I have so very little weight that if a strong breeze blows, I would be blown along with it. People feed me with scraps of useless papers. Sometimes they feed me till I burst. My father was a poor man from Frontier who settled with my mother and brothers in Karachi. We were many brothers and sisters. As soon as we were born we were kept on the shelf of a small dingy shop, the rear portion of which was used as my master’s house. Every day I saw scores o my brothers going away and I did not know where they were going. I waited for them in the evening, but they would never come back. Once my father took me down from the shelf and m