Aroon Kumar's Writings

  Once upon a time, in a great forest, a lion, a wolf, and a fox decided to go hunting together.  The three animals knew that hunting alone was difficult, so they thought that by working  together, they would have a better chance of catching food. They each set out to find something  to eat, searching the forest for animals to catch. The fox was the first to return. He was small and clever, and he had managed to catch a plump  goose. The goose had been waddling near a pond when the fox leaped out and grabbed it. He  was very proud of his catch, as the goose had soft feathers and juicy meat. The wolf returned next. He was stronger than the fox and had caught a fat ram. The ram had  been grazing in a grassy field, not noticing the wolf sneaking up behind it. With a quick pounce,  the wolf caught the ram, dragging it back to their meeting spot. The wolf was pleased because  he loved eating lamb meat, which was soft and delicious. Finally, the li...

 Chapter 1: A Cry in the Jungle A long time ago, in the deep, green jungle of India, a soft cry echoed through the trees. Mother  Wolf, resting with her cubs, lifted her head. "What's that?" she asked. Father Wolf stood, sniffing  the air. "It sounds like a baby," he said. They followed the sound to a bush and found a tiny  human baby wrapped in a cloth. His big brown eyes looked up at them, and he smiled. "He’s a man-cub," said Father Wolf. "We can’t leave him here alone," said Mother Wolf. She  gently picked him up. "He will live with us." The wolves took the baby back to their cave and named him Mowgli, which means "Little Frog,"  because he was small and quick. Mowgli grew up with the wolf cubs. He learned to run through  the jungle, swim in rivers, and climb trees. The jungle became his playground. But the jungle was not always safe. Shere Khan, the tiger, hated humans. When he found out  about Mowgli, his yellow eyes...

 Once upon a time, in a small village near the edge of a great forest, there lived an old man who  owned a donkey. The old man was not very rich. He worked hard every day, carrying goods  from one place to another with the help of his donkey. The donkey was strong, but he was also  stubborn and had a mind of his own. One morning, the old man led his donkey out to a grassy field so that the animal could eat fresh  grass and rest. The sun was shining brightly, and the air was warm and pleasant. The old man  sat on a rock nearby, watching his donkey graze peacefully. He sighed as he thought about how  hard life had always been for him. No matter who ruled the land, the poor people like him always had to work just as hard. Suddenly, the peaceful morning was disturbed by the sound of shouting and the clatter of  horses’ hooves. The old man stood up in fear, his heart pounding in his chest. He could see a  group of soldiers riding toward the v...

  Once upon a time, there was a young boy named Jack who lived with his widowed mother in a small cottage. They were very poor, and their only source of income was their cow, Milky-White. But Milky-White had stopped giving milk, and they were facing starvation. Jack's mother told him to take Milky-White to the market and sell her for the best price he could get. So, Jack set off, leading the cow. On the way, he met a strange old man who offered him a handful of colorful beans in exchange for Milky-White. The man claimed they were magic beans. Jack, intrigued, traded the cow for the beans and hurried home, excited to show his mother. But when she saw the beans, she was furious. She scolded Jack for being foolish and threw the beans out the window in disgust. That night, Jack went to bed hungry and upset. When he woke up the next morning, he was amazed to see a giant beanstalk growing outside his window. It stretched up into the clouds and disappeared from sight. The magic beans had ...

T he Frogs and the Battle of the Bulls  One bright morning, as the sun rose high in the sky, a small green frog sat on a smooth rock near the edge of a pond. The air was fresh, and the water sparkled under the sunlight. Birds chirped in the trees, and insects buzzed lazily around the marshy grass. Everything seemed peaceful, and the frog was enjoying the quiet morning. She stretched her little legs, blinked her big round eyes, and let out a soft croak. Just then, a loud noise made her jump. She turned her head and saw dust rising in the distance. She squinted her eyes and saw two big, strong bulls locking horns in a fierce battle. They pushed and shoved each other, kicking up dirt as they struggled for power. Their loud snorts and the sound of their hooves pounding the ground sent a shiver down the little frog's back. "Oh no! This is terrible!" the frog croaked in alarm. Her voice trembled with fear as she watched the mighty bulls clash with all their strength. Another fr...

 Once upon a time, in a quiet little village, there lived a poor but hardworking farmer named Elias. He toiled every day on his small farm, tending to his crops and animals, just barely making enough to support himself and his wife, Miriam. Despite their struggles, they were content with their simple life. One crisp autumn morning, as Elias went to collect eggs from his hens, he noticed something unusual in one of the nests. Among the regular eggs lay a gleaming, radiant object. As he picked it up, his heart pounded with excitement—it was a solid golden egg! "Could this be real?" he whispered in disbelief, holding the heavy egg in his calloused hands. He rushed inside to show Miriam, who gasped at the sight. “This must be some kind of magic!” she exclaimed. Elias was still unsure, so he took the egg to the village jeweler. The old man inspected it carefully, biting it slightly and tapping it with his tools before nodding in amazement. “This is pure gold,” the jeweler said. “Y...