In my mango tree a bird built up a small cage with narrow sticks and dry leafs.
In morning she make sweet song and sing it. One day a bird heard her song he come and sat near the bird. That night he shared her small cage.In the moon light they share their stories. In the morning he went away for collecting food. Her never come back.
Poor female. after that she never make songs
In morning she make sweet song and sing it. One day a bird heard her song he come and sat near the bird. That night he shared her small cage.In the moon light they share their stories. In the morning he went away for collecting food. Her never come back.
Poor female. after that she never make songs
my small story
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