Once upon a time, there was a red apple. It was hanging on a tree. He had a friend apple who was green.
One day a boy tried to hit the apple with a stick. The two apples started to shout very loudly.
"Bachao! Bachao!" *
The boy got scared. He thought there was a ghost. And the boy ran away.
THE END.
(Unedited)
Bachao: cry for Help, "save me (us)"
[this story has been written down as it is from my sis's lil pink diary. So the words have not been edited. I'm sorry for any inconvenience:)]
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