Once a hunter had a faithful hound who was very much attached to his little son. One day he went out hunting and left his son sleeping in his bed. There was nobody else in the house. When he reached the forest, he found that his hound was not with him. He was annoyed. He returned home and saw the hound standing in the door. Its mouth and paws were bloodstained. As entered, he found blood all about the house. He suddenly went cold when he thought of his son. He called out his name but nobody replied. Mad whit grief he called again and again but no voice responded. He looked back at the hound and an idea flashed across his mind. “This hound must have killed mu son.” He whipped out his sword and killed the hound. At the same time he saw his son coming to him. He ran and embraced him. The little boy took him to the room and showed him the dead body of a wolf. The hound had killed that wolf and saved the boy. The hunter could not help crying on what he had done in haste.View more random threads:
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