Once there was a frog in a bingle bog ,who sung from dusk to dawn. All creatures of the bog were irritated by his unpleasant voice.
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His voice is so harsh and unpleasant!
Stop shouting, we are fed up of your cacophony.
The frog used to scold the nightingale each day to show her down
One night a nightingale came to the bog ,sat on the sumac tree and started singing in her melodious voice. All the creatures of the bog were mesmerized by her voice.
Poor nightingale puffed her lungs......burst a vein and died.
Slajd: 2
You should practice more and more. So that we can make more money from the concert.
You owe me 60 shillings.
The nightingale became more sorrowful and pale as days passed by. Her voice was not as melodious as it was earlier
The frog became the unrivalled creature of the bingle bog
Slajd: 3
kooh ...kooh
Puff your lungs more and sing you brainless bird perform properly you are on stage.
Slajd: 4
la..la..la...la....
So melodious!
What a beautiful voice!
Bravo!
Too Divine!
Slajd: 5
I tried to teach her, but she was a stupid creature - without confidence in her own song.