Imagine you are the nightingale. write a letter to your Frnd narrating your bitter experience of your association with the frog. Leave a message how they should deal with different members of the community in day to day life.
*TAKE IDEA FROM THE CHAPTER -"THE FROG AND THE NIGHTINGALE"
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Dear,
How goes your life? Sweetheart, I write after a long time to collide a bitter bustle I had with a stupid creature.
Last night on the Bingle Bog, I met a frog. He disturbed me for a minute while I was about to sing mellifluously in the Sumac tree and started to blabber about a praise to himself on his singing talent that, as he assumed, made him the only singer of the locality. Blindfolded in his tricky words, I got trapped in his wand of conjuring magic and thought him as my lordly tutor. Neither did I nor did my brainless brain tried to browse the deep mistake. And finally, he took over me and shaved my throat.
Oh, how cruel! He made silvers by selling my voice. The endless applause I had was no more seen. The elite slices, the queens with tiara never did come. For I lost the sweetness of my voice! Oh my song, I should've known it was my own! Nothing would've happened if I studied well on that frog's determination and jealousy towards my talent.
So, my ever darling bosom comrade, never trust an ant. Dream with your brain and not with heart. Know your own knowledge and study the characters of the roles anyone plays; if they are the heroes or the villain.
I pray to lord to never let you get into the traps of rascals. Before taking a decision, think thrice, because once you make an error, it is a deep seated wound that no fairy ought to heal with a whoosh of her wand.
Hopefully with love,
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Dear,
How goes your life? Sweetheart, I write after a long time to collide a bitter bustle I had with a stupid creature.
Last night on the Bingle Bog, I met a frog. He disturbed me for a minute while I was about to sing mellifluously in the Sumac tree and started to blabber about a praise to himself on his singing talent that, as he assumed, made him the only singer of the locality. Blindfolded in his tricky words, I got trapped in his wand of conjuring magic and thought him as my lordly tutor. Neither did I nor did my brainless brain tried to browse the deep mistake. And finally, he took over me and shaved my throat.
Oh, how cruel! He made silvers by selling my voice. The endless applause I had was no more seen. The elite slices, the queens with tiara never did come. For I lost the sweetness of my voice! Oh my song, I should've known it was my own! Nothing would've happened if I studied well on that frog's determination and jealousy towards my talent.
So, my ever darling bosom comrade, never trust an ant. Dream with your brain and not with heart. Know your own knowledge and study the characters of the roles anyone plays; if they are the heroes or the villain.
I pray to lord to never let you get into the traps of rascals. Before taking a decision, think thrice, because once you make an error, it is a deep seated wound that no fairy ought to heal with a whoosh of her wand.
Hopefully with love,
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