This is Ram. Ram had small dog. The dog is black and white in color. Ram is playing with his lovely dog in the garden. The garden is with full of flowers. Red, blue, white and rose flowers are there.

 They are playing with the red ball in the evening. Ram threw the ball towards a bush.

 Ram called his dog, puppy and puppy. Come here, my dear puppy!

The dog did not come. Ram called again his dog, Puppy! Bring me the ball back.

But, puppy did not come.

Puppy was running after a color butterfly.

 Puppy did not hear Ram’s call. Puppy was happy to see the butterfly. The butterfly was flying one flower to another.

 Puppy was wagging his tail. He was very happy. Puppy had found a new friend. Ram called his dog again and again, `puppy comes here’ He said. the butterfly flew away. Ram went to his mother.

 `Mummy’, said Ram can I have some milk?’

`Yes, Ram’, said Ram’s mother.

 Ram poured some milk in a saucer. He went out in the garden. Ram saw puppy sitting under a green tree.

 `Puppy! Puppy, puppy! Come here, Puppy see what this is. This is for you said Ram. The dog saw the milk.

 The dog came to Ram. The dog began to drink the milk. Ram was very happy.

Puppy, the dog, was happy too.

 The three companions

Every year Cholera visited a very big city. Her companions were always death and fear.

 One year it so happened that fear came before death and Cholera, and the gate-keeper, who did not know her, let her go into the city.

 When the other two appeared before the gate of the city, the watchman called angrily, `So! You come again to bring sorrow and misery, do you? And how many victims are you going to take this time, cursed Cholera?’

 `Do not carry on so,’ Cholera said. `I won’t take more than five hundred.’

 `And you, dreadful death,’ the gate –keeper cried, turning to her, `How many people are you going to take out of the city to your kingdom?’

 `Oh! I will take whatever Cholera gives me,’ death answered quietly.

 `Well,’ the gate keeper muttered, `Go in. but watch cut, Cholera. Do not take more than five hundred victims. You have promised? And you, death, do not you dare to take more than what Cholera gives you!’

 `Gate –keeper’ they said together, `You can rely on our word.’ And side by side they passed through the open gate into the city.

 Three long weeks they remained there and then they called to the gate-keeper to open the gates again.

 `Hum’, the gate –keeper muttered, `how many victims do you take, Cholera?’

 `I did my best not go beyond the promised number,’ Cholera answered. `And so I am taking not more than four hundred and ninety.’

 `now, that sounds as if you are telling the truth,’ the gate –keeper said. He turned towards death. `And you death, how many are you taking with you?’

 `Oh! I am taking more than a thousand with me,’ death answered at once.

 The gate-keeper was horrified. `How can that be?’ he cried in astonishment. `Cholera herself said she’s taking only four hundred and ninety!’

 `Yes,’ death answered, `That’s what Cholera is taking. But most of those who died were taken by fear, which came unnoticed through your gate. One day you will know, old man, that our sister fear does more harm and causes more deaths than Cholera!’