Tales of the jungle .. Do not compare it with our world

Hello my friends again !

What is the most beautiful tales, especially when they are about the jungle life where there is no similarity between them and our world in something .. We swim in the hidden world of strange and strong and weak and the secrets of strange and sometimes painful painful .. And any similarities between these stories and our world is of course unintentional except to the extent marketed The imagination or intent of each of us :

He said that there was a fire burning fire fighting the silence of the night has been gathered around a number of animals wander around what they carried with them the news of the forests they lived in, including stuck in their memory and forgotten.

The first speaker was a big ear, and his eyes were yellow and his coat was silvery, silvery with charcoal marks. He began to tell his story, which he described as his "misfortune":

In our absence

Followed by herds of sheep

Wear a robe

And they believed him without an oath

Who opposed his imprisonment

Help him drums and jugs

Be proud of their actions

They have an impossibility

The jungle was burned with darkness

And the boys applauded him

Farce Age: Maniac as President

Wonder of the jungle: Traitor president

Has not seen like the times

The fox thought of a leader

Sauce of the sex of chicks ..

And when he heard the golden punishment tells this story cried .. Fakhal him what he cried in his answer in my absence turned the story and this is the novel:

Assad ruled and owned

Azza and Jabroth took him

The jungle color is black

Where dreams die

Dar Zaman and Dar

The people of the jungle are free

They wanted to live in peace

Sing for free tunes

We refuse to die

Assad came with the helpers

From every place and time

For their eyes fell modesty

In their belly is a shark and a whale

The story has a title

Criminals and ark

They have no description

Except: Tut Tut Tut

The attendees smiled and came to a time when the hyena planned .. Take a breath in which all the feelings of the world. Then he said weak voice wandering in the letters between loss and contempt:

In our absence there is no lion or donkey

It is a wasp and its origin is said to be a pinch

The jungle split two sections

Between two chambers

Rebellion at night and almost day

From oblivion roar drooping

Help some bad guys

The jungle is still fighting

And the triumph of the good

It will not be

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