Story world

  In the forest, it was a common habit among the animals to gather every morning, share stories, and enjoy each other’s company before heading out to search for food. As usual, they gathered at their favourite meeting spot today. The parrot was the first to speak. The parrot squawked loudly, "Good morning, friends!" "Good morning, my dear friend," the rhinoceros grunted in his deep voice. "Friends, how are you?" the parrot screeched, "Kreeek!" "Fine!" the monkey replied, excitedly chattering, "Kiki-Kiki!" The rabbit looked at the monkey, his big eyes wide and shining. "It feels like Monkey is very happy today," the rabbit said, hopping in a circle. "Yes, I attended my friend’s wedding party last night in the neighbouring forest," said the monkey proudly. "There was very tasty food — I really enjoyed it!" Suddenly, the crow cawed sharply and asked, "Enjoyed it… or ended ...

  A small cat was searching for food. For the last two days, she hadn’t eaten enough, and now she felt weak. Her usual energy and playfulness were gone. She quietly walked into the kitchen, hoping to find a pot of milk — but she wasn’t successful. "Oh..." she let out a soft, sad sound. Today, the kitchen owner had kept the milk in a safe place. The little cat looked around with her big, hopeful eyes. Last week, the owner had forgotten to put the milk away — and the cat had happily finished it all. It had been so tasty , she still remembered the flavour. Thinking about it now, her mouth filled with water. And now, her hunger had grown even more . She could barely walk properly because of weakness. But suddenly, her eyes lit up — She had spotted a small mouse ! The small mouse had already seen the cat. He stopped at a safe distance and said politely, “Greetings, Cat Aunty.” After hearing the word “Aunty” from the mouse, the cat felt a wave of anger insid...

  One evening, around six o’clock, a bird let out a loud cry and landed on the wall in front of my house. I wasn’t sure why it made that sound, but I watched it curiously. In front of my house, there is a small garden filled with different kinds of plants. On the garden wall, birds often come to rest. I’ve placed a bowl of food and a pot of water there to welcome them. After eating and drinking, the birds usually sing cheerful songs. It feelsas if they are expressing their happiness and gratitude. But that evening, when I looked at the wall, I noticed there was no food or water left. Wondering why the bird had cried out, I checked the temperature—it had crossed 45 degrees. It was an extremely hot day. I whispered to myself and realized that the bird must be suffering from the heat. I could feel its pain. I hurried to refill the bowl with fresh food and the pot with cool water. After eating and drinking, the bird flew away, letting out a soft sound, as if singing a gentl...