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THE BUMPTIOUS REYNARD
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Once upon a time there dwelt a bumptious Reynard in a woodland.He chummed up a moggie who also inhabited that jungle..In due course of time they became bossom-buddies.They would attend to the call of nature,bathe and dine simultaneously.
The reynard was very vainglorious and had a nasty habit of always tooting his own horns,belittling other's qualities of head and heart.The moggie was a tad modest and a wee bit intelligent.
One day they met on the bank of a river and plonked down under the umra of a larch.Soon they indulged into inutile Slabbering.As usual.the reynard bragged,"I have more than hundred stratagems at my command to hoodwink and dodge the enemy.I can never be preyed on by the beasts of prey."
The moggie meowed,"I have only one subterfuse to escape the enemy.It has always stood me in good stead and I fully rely on it."
Hearing this the Reynard giggled contemptuously. As they were engrossed in
prattling,a shrill howling of a pack of hounds approaching towards them rent the sky.They were alarmed.The moggie in the twinkling of eye scrabbled up the larch and camouflaged herself behind the swigs.She then said to the Reynard,"This is my device to escape the enemy.What flimflam are you going to use to be safe?"
The reynard thought of his first plan.Then started mulling over other tricks.While he was still in the hallucination of a choice of stratagem to escape,the hounds emerged on the spot.They pounced upon the reynand and ruthlessly tore his body to tatters.
The moggie who was looking was cut to the quick at this.She sighed,"Had he stuck to only one trick,he would have saved himself."
MORÀL OF THE STORY------BETTER ONE SAFE WAY THAN A HUNDRED ON WHICH ONE CANNOT RECKON.
***********DEVENDRA SRIVASTAVA
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THE BUMPTIOUS REYNARD
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Once upon a time there dwelt a bumptious Reynard in a woodland.He chummed up a moggie who also inhabited that jungle..In due course of time they became bossom-buddies.They would attend to the call of nature,bathe and dine simultaneously.
The reynard was very vainglorious and had a nasty habit of always tooting his own horns,belittling other's qualities of head and heart.The moggie was a tad modest and a wee bit intelligent.
One day they met on the bank of a river and plonked down under the umra of a larch.Soon they indulged into inutile Slabbering.As usual.the reynard bragged,"I have more than hundred stratagems at my command to hoodwink and dodge the enemy.I can never be preyed on by the beasts of prey."
The moggie meowed,"I have only one subterfuse to escape the enemy.It has always stood me in good stead and I fully rely on it."
Hearing this the Reynard giggled contemptuously. As they were engrossed in
prattling,a shrill howling of a pack of hounds approaching towards them rent the sky.They were alarmed.The moggie in the twinkling of eye scrabbled up the larch and camouflaged herself behind the swigs.She then said to the Reynard,"This is my device to escape the enemy.What flimflam are you going to use to be safe?"
The reynard thought of his first plan.Then started mulling over other tricks.While he was still in the hallucination of a choice of stratagem to escape,the hounds emerged on the spot.They pounced upon the reynand and ruthlessly tore his body to tatters.
The moggie who was looking was cut to the quick at this.She sighed,"Had he stuck to only one trick,he would have saved himself."
MORÀL OF THE STORY------BETTER ONE SAFE WAY THAN A HUNDRED ON WHICH ONE CANNOT RECKON.
***********DEVENDRA SRIVASTAVA
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