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Once upon a time not long long ago, there lived a little girl in a town, she being the only daughter of her worthy parents, was pampered and loved a lot, one day she wandered into the wild with out her kowledge, up above the mountains to be met by a wild bear, unknowingly walked towards the bear thinking that it is mild, not knowing the ferocity, but with a gleam in her eyes. The cunning bear welcomed the little girl deciding to make her his prey. The bear danced and sang to the girls tunes, enticing her to her wicked designs. The little girl forgot what she has walked into, played to her hearts content. She ate and drank with no inkling what the bear is going to do next. In the midst of happiness to be with the bear, the little girl, erased her thoughts of her parents.

Both the bear and the little girl walked and wandered in the jungle hand in hand, watching the rivers flow, sitting under the tree, eating its fruits, looking up in the sky and beckoning the moon to sing a song of six pence, and falling into deep slumber in the arms of the bear.

The time has arrived as the bear thought, and in the morrow my best pal will be my feast, it got up early before the little girl could be awake, sharpend its nails and fangs, looking at the lithe body cuddled up under the tree, imagining what a feast it will be, with saliva drooling from the sides of his mouth, the bear pounced on the poor little girl, tearing her into bits and pieces, alas the little one was put to sleep eternally. The moral of the story is, never trust a stranger, be with your beloveds and grow into a beautiful flower.

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