A Tale of Friendship and Wisdom

The sun was setting in the eastern sky. As it was evening, the father-in-law was on his way home. On the way, he met Bhavaku. Both continued talking.

The story is not a ladder to the journey.

A stick had fallen in their path. The rabbit did not see the stick because of the conversation. The rabbit hit the stick and barely escaped.

The rabbit was very angry. He hit the stick hard. The stick was thrown very far.

Ittaeva saw all this. He ran and picked up the stick and kept it on his shoulder. Came back to meet the rabbit.

The rabbit was surprised to see it carrying a stick on its shoulder.

"Why did you take a stick? What's the use of it? I kicked it and threw it.

"This stick is not an ordinary one. This is a stick with power," Itteava said.

The rabbit laughed mockingly.

Both continued talking. A large river was flowing through the road. The rabbit jumped across the river in one bound.

Dutu Bhava, who was still on the other side, shouted angrily.

"Oi Itta Rala, throw that stick quickly. You can't jump with that stick."

He went back and brought the stick to the middle of the river and jumped to the other side with one jump.

As if there was nothing strange, the rabbit stood up. The rabbit looked at the hedgehog in surprise. The chest

''You can't jump over there, itte Rala. "I don't know how to jump." When I jumped, this stick helped me."

The two continued talking. After a short distance, they had to cross a muddy field.

The rabbit slowly ran away 6. Ittaeva followed the rabbit, searching the road with a stick.

Oi Itte Rala, why is Gata Gata coming? Halfway through, that pole must have been a nuisance.

Before he could speak any more, the rabbit got up in the mud. The rabbit was watered. It started to sink in the mud.

The hedgehog approached the rabbit.

"Ha Hami, Hami hold this stick hard" the rabbit took hold of the stick with his hands. Ittaeva used all his strength to pull his friend out of the mud.

"Rala, you saved me. Thank you very much," said the rabbit.

"What are you talking about? It looks like this stick. This stick helps anyone in a disaster."

Both of them came to the middle of the forest. As we entered the forest, the darkness deepened. Trees were also abundant. The rabbit trembled with fear. But Ittaeva went ahead, swinging the branches of the trees with the stick.

Suddenly a loud voice came from the forest. "Who told you to come, stop it." That was the voice of Vreka Rala.

Both the hare and the peacock stopped at the same time.

The wolf gritted his teeth. He licked his lips. "Itteavo, I won't touch you. Becuase you have sticks. But you, Pinum Appu? I will swallow you completely,'' thundered the worlf.

The rabbit trembled with fear. His body was pale. Feet felt like they were stuck to the ground.

"Now the wolf will kill me." The rabbit closed his eyes.

But Itteava was not afraid. He swung the stick from side to side. The stick was raised as high as possible. He gave a blow to the back of the wolf.

The wolf howled and started running.

"Thank you very much, Itta Rala. You saved me from the wolf this time."

"It looks at this stick. This stick hits the enemy fast."

The house was almost on the other side of the mountain. The way there was very difficult. Ittaeva climbed the hill with the help of the stick. The rabbit began to shake his hand because of his fatigue.

"Itta Rala, I can't go another step. I'm so tired."

"It's okay, Hammy Grab this stick."

The rabbit caught the stick. Itteva took the rabbit to its home with the power of the stick. And they saw the wife and children waiting for the father to come

Look, Rala, your stick helped me once again. Thank you very much. If it wasn't for your amazing stick, I wouldn't be able to come home today."

"Keep this stick as a gift from me. Maybe it can help you again

"Itta Rala, how are you not looking at this stick?" asked the rabbit in surprise.

"It doesn't matter, you can find a stick at any time," Itteava replied.

"But see...?" The rabbit opened its mouth and looked at the owl.

"See? See, here it is," said the hedgehog to the rabbit, patting his head.

The rabbit understood everything.

"And Hami Polla is not important.

A wise head is a kind heart."