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The Story I Told My Son In Bedtime 3 : Apple

There is an island having a lot of apples
A boy live there
Oneday, all of these apples lost
The boy is finding them
He looked around all over the island
He didn't see them
So,He went to the sea
And when he reached somewhere of the sea,
He found the apples jumping above the sea
Some are bright at night
He never come back his island
He live forever in the sea.

 Written In Burmese Language Aung Thet Oo
Translated by JanDarYee

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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