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Ravina's Kite!



One day, Ravina's English teacher told in the class that everybody have to make a kite on the weekend and on Monday they would show those in the class.

The english teacher listed all the steps of making a kite in the board. Ravina and her friends were so happy that they were going to do something new!

When she reached home she told about this kite making task to her mother. Mother told Ravina to follow all the steps and to make a beautiful new kite. Next day, Ravina started to make the kite. She collected a pink paper and two sticks and made a diamond shape kite. She added a colourful ribbon as a tail of the kite. Her mother loved the kite too. Ravina was so excited for the Monday. She placed the kite in the window. Then she went to the downstairs for her lunch. When she came back, she saw her kite was not in that place. Ravina was shocked and worriedly finding her kite but she couldn't find it. Suddenly she noticed that her kite was in her neighbour's roof and it got stuck in a hook. Within a second Ravina saw a gust of wind took her kite far away from her place. She couldn't do anything!

She sat on her bed with a sad face. She was thinking about Monday that what would she do! She thought she could show another kite to the teacher and her friends. She already had a diamond shaped kite which was gifted by her grandfather. So she put that in a big packet for tomorrow.

Next morning, everybody showing there works and Ravina was feeling a bit confused for showing her own kite. The teacher called her name and with a guilty feeling she stood up in front of the class. Raveena once looked at her friends and then her teacher and she burst out of crying! Her teacher hugged her and asked about the matter. Ravina told everything; that how her kite had flown and why she brought a kite which she hadn't made and by doing that Ravina was feeling dishonest!

Her teacher smiled and hugged her once again. Teacher said to Ravina that she was so happy that she didn't lie to everyone. She explained to the class that maybe Ravina couldn't complete the task but still she had done an excellent work. She was honest, and nothing can become more precious than this. Everybody should always say the truth, no matter what happened. People don't love liars. Ravina was happy, and she was glad that she chose to say everything truth.


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