The eleven mad hunters went to hunt. They caught an antelope but the wanted to count themselves first before they leave the forest. One of them counted and said we are just ten where is the other one? then they started crying. They cried louder and louder and one of them said our fellow is eaten by the lion and they cried even louder. A Moran was passing by and heard them crying. He wanted to help them. He asked the hunters -why are you crying!? The hunters replied- we don't know where our fellow is , we think he is eaten by a lion, we were eleven when we came but now we are only ten . The Moran counted them again and he found out that they are eleven and not ten. The Moran said, but you are eleven! they counted themselves again and they were eleven! The Moran said, you are eleven stupid hunters!!
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Its impressive that 11 yrs old boy can write a story. I am sure he heard it somewhere but good of him to remember and write it down with his own words. Very creative.
NB: THE STORY IS LEFT ORIGINAL ( NO EDITION) . MY NEPHEW IS NOT IN THE PICTURE.
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Its impressive that 11 yrs old boy can write a story. I am sure he heard it somewhere but good of him to remember and write it down with his own words. Very creative.
NB: THE STORY IS LEFT ORIGINAL ( NO EDITION) . MY NEPHEW IS NOT IN THE PICTURE.