The story of the baby elephant

Moral Stories in Bangali There was a baby elephant. ‘No, not at all! I'm not a kid! Don't call me baby! I’ve grown up. ’Ah! What is a baby elephant! Hey baby elephant, I'm writing a story about you. I will write as I wish. And you are less than a month old. ‘What’s in it! I'm big! You don’t see how big my trunk and ears are! ’I saw the baby elephant, a great scorpion. I see it is difficult to write a story about him! ‘You don’t have to write your story about me. I will write my

The story of the baby elephant

Moral Stories in Bangali There was a baby elephant. ‘No, not at all! I'm not a kid! Don't call me baby! I’ve grown up. ’Ah! What is a baby elephant! Hey baby elephant, I'm writing a story about you. I will write as I wish. And you are less than a month old. ‘What’s in it! I'm big! You don’t see how big my trunk and ears are! ’I saw the baby elephant, a great scorpion. I see it is difficult to write a story about him! ‘You don’t have to write your story about me. I will write my own story. 'How many stories have I written? Ghost stories, petty stories. No one dared to shout. But I have never been in such danger! My story will be one that was a baby elephant. After crossing the river, it will be swept away by the current. Then an ant will come and save him from danger. But the stubborn elephant scored the goal in the beginning. ‘What did you say! Shall I float in the water? And will those little ants come and save? Ha ha ha. ' Well difficult. ‘Hey writer mister. You cut the meaning. Let me write my story. Look, I'm writing this. I am an elephant. I have a pair of wings. Lots of big wings. 

The color of the wings is blue. I will cross the river with fluttering wings, I will fly. 'The same thing! When I see a baby elephant, its wings really sprout. Blue wings! Her father fluttered his blue wings and the baby elephant was flying again. We also crossed the river by flying. Wait, wait! Where are you going? I have to write a story about you! ‘I will write my story as I please. Look, I'm making ice cream with clouds. Fluffy ice cream. Water melts as soon as you put it in your mouth. 'Oh no. You don't eat ice cream. You will eat banana leaves and fruits. ‘No no, I eat Hawaiian sweets. As I wrote, elephants eat Hawaiian sweets. This is a lot of Hawaiian sweets. What fun! ’And you have to put yourself in danger. Otherwise it will not be a story. Do you understand? You will fly all day long. No one will read this story. ‘Listen to what puts me in danger!’ I wonder what can be done. Well, I also write stories, let the baby elephant write. I wrote, the two wings of the baby elephant suddenly disappeared. He can't fly anymore. Look, everyone, the baby elephant is whistling and falling.

 Now understand the fun! ‘I have a big parachute. I'm getting comfortable with that. 'Oops, the baby elephant is very naughty! He saved himself by writing Dulaine in time. But his parachute leaked! Way now? ‘I went straight into the river. Didn't hurt at all. I also know how to swim. I can float very easily. 'But there are many currents in the river! This time you will be in danger! And ants are coming to rescue you. ‘Oh writer! No matter how much current there is in the river, I weigh a lot. There will be nothing in the stream. And that's my mother. He pulled me up with a trunk and pulled me up. 'From where I saw the mother of the baby elephant also present. He is looking at me with angry eyes. There are loud calls. As if to say, my child will be in danger, how dare you write a story! I am in great danger. The baby elephant danced with his mother and left. My story is no longer written.

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