Once upon a time, a long long time ago, a caravan was passing along the Silk Road. A little girl was travelling with her family in this caravan. The little girl was crying, "I want my tree. My tree. My own tree". Her mother whispered softly in her ea ...
Once upon a time, a long long time ago, a caravan was passing along the Silk Road. A little girl was travelling with her family in this caravan. The little girl was crying, "I want my tree. My tree. My own tree". Her mother whispered softly in her ear, " Don't cry my dear. There are so many trees in the world, beyond all count. All those trees can be yours"... (with art paper and coloured pictures).
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