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.
Zdrs: 2
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.
la..la..la...la....
So melodious!
What a beautiful voice!
Bravo!
Too Divine!
Zdrs: 3
The frog first introduced himself and offered to train her, but during the training the frog used to scold the nightingale each day to show her down and made her practice even in the rain.....
You should practice more and more. So that we can make more money from the concert.
Zdrs: 4
The nightingale became more sorrowful and pale as days passed by. Her voice was not as melodious as it was earlier and one day ......the nightingale was....
kooh ...kooh
Puff your lungs more and sing you brainless bird perform properly you are on stage.
Zdrs: 5
Poor nightingale puffed her lungs......burst a vein and died.
I tried to teach her, but she was a stupid creature - without confidence in her own song.
Zdrs: 6
The frog became the unrivalled creature of the bingle bog