Drum pole

Once there was a fierce battle between two kings near a forest. One wins the second beat The armies returned to their cities. Simply, a drum of the army was left behind. The bullets and barns that accompanied the army played the drums and narrated the stories of heroism at night.

The storm came one day after the war In the loud storm, he rolled the drum-the leader went near a dry tree and tired. The dry twigs of that tree were stuck in the drum in such a way that the strong wind would hit the drum as soon as the wind started, and the sound would be a dazzling sound.

A jackal roamed in that area. He listened to the drum. He became very scared Before speaking such a weird voice, he had not heard of any animal. He started thinking, 'What kind of a beast are these people who speak such strong words?' The jackal keeps on looking down the drum, to know whether this creature is going to fly or running on four legs.

One day, the hawk was keeping an eye on the drum behind the cushion. Then a squirrel jumped down from the tree and jumped on the drum. There was a sound of mild caudence. Squirrels on the squirrel drum dumped.

Shabby shouting "Oh! So this is not a violent organism. I do not want to be scared too
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