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       THE HARE AND THE WASP

       
Once upon a time there lived a naughty hare named ‘Pintu’ in a jungle. Though a little animal, the hare used to play and cajole with big animals like bear, fox, deer etc. He was warned against this friendship by other tiny animals. But the hare did not heed to their advice. ‘I am strong and courageous and not a coward like you guys’, he boasted. A wasp living near the tree heard the arrogant behaviour of the hare. His requests were also in vain. ‘Who are you to advise me, little fly?, the hare refuted.

 
                  


 

One day, the fox ‘Pinku’ invited the hare to play at a distant place. His motive was to kill and eat the hare. The poor fellow hare was unaware of the intention of the cruel fox. The wasp who saw this found something unusual. In normal case, they would not go away from their usual playing field. The wasp followed them.
       On reaching the distant place, the fox showed his true form. ‘I invited you here not for playing, but for eating you alive’, roared the fox. The poor hare got frightened. In bewildering tone, he murmured, ‘It was my arrogance which trapped me before a devil like you. Oh! God, is there anybody in this forest, to rescue me?, the hare’s voice rented in the air. The little fly wasp suddenly rose to the occasion. The wasp dug in the eyes of the fox in flash of a moment. The attack was unexpected.His eyes sore red in color and ran away crying loudly. He could not see anything in that melee. Meantime, the wasp told the hare to escape.
       When they returned to their home, the hare apologized before the wasp. ‘I was mistaken, please pardon me’. Henceforth, I would not engage in to friendship with such treacherous animals. The wasp consoled the hare and they become good friends.
      
On the next day, a fire began to engulf the tree in which the wasp was staying. It was the turn of the hare. He asked the wasp to sit on his back. Within a moment the hare galloped out of the forest rescuing the wasp. Otherwise the wasp would have perished in the fire. The wasp thanked hare immensely.

Moral: Like Love, enmity would not last long.

SURESH KUMAR
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