Frightened
By Buffaloes
One afternoon,
I climbed a tree and sat on a branch. Then I began to look at the things
around.
Everything
looked very beautiful. I felt very happy indeed. Then, I saw some buffaloes
near the tree. A few of them were looking at me. I was frightened. I could not
climb down.
It was slowly
growing darker, but the buffaloes were still there. A few of them continued to
look at me now and then.
At last, the
owner of the buffaloes came. He took the buffaloes home. He did not see me.
I then climbed
down the tree quickly and ran home.
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