Beware the Betrayal: The Sparrow and the Crow

Once upon a time, in a forest, there lived two close friends, Sparrow and Crow. Crow's house was built with cow dung, while Sparrow's house was made of twigs and candle wax. Sparrow lived happily with her three kids, while Crow lived alone in his cow dung house.

One rainy day, a heavy downpour flooded the forest. Crow's cow dung house melted away in the rain, leaving him drenched and shivering. Seeing Crow's plight, Sparrow invited him into her warm nest to seek shelter.

Sparrow trusted Crow completely and offered him a place to sleep beside her kids' room. During the night, Sparrow heard strange sounds like "katum katum" coming from Crow's direction. Concerned, she asked Crow what he was eating. Crow reassured her that he was eating lentils, carrots, and groundnuts that he had brought from his house.

However, the next morning, Sparrow was shocked to find her kids missing. After searching frantically, she realized that the sounds she heard at night were Crow devouring her kids one by one. Heartbroken and angry, Sparrow realized the painful lesson that blindly trusting others can lead to betrayal and hurt.

From that day on, Sparrow vowed never to trust anyone blindly again, teaching children the importance of being cautious and discerning in whom they place their trust.

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