Once there were eight
mountains near a sea. They all had their own statue on the top.But the eighth
one did not have one. Every day he used to ask his grandfather 'when will I get
my statue?' But grandfather always says you will get one . That makes him sad.
One day a sculptor was passing by then he saw the eighth mountain and saw the
others. He said I will carve a statue for this one. This made him very happy.
He told his grandfather that this sculptor will carve a statue for him . This
made everyone delighted . So when the sculpter came he was also delighted to
make a statue he was so happy that he was singing and was enjoying this song
passed through a village the villagers
were following the sound and reached the eighth mountain there was the sculptor
everyone were asking what is he was carving. He said the old king of the
mountains here is the eighth son . everyone were celebrating as the eighth son
is getting his statue . And everyone was
also delighted
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Such a super attempt at story writing Mayuri :) please keep writing more often
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