The Intrepidness Of A Boy Author : Aditi Taparia

 The Intrepidness Of A Boy

Author : Aditi Taparia

Title- The Intrepidness of a boy

Hello readers! Hope you are doing well! What do you think about bravery, what does it means? Well! Let me tell you, Bravery is the name of doing work that you are afraid to do. Let’s learn more about bravery from a story.

There was a boy named Mohan who lived in Hyderabad. He was 12 years old. Once, he was in farm in morning. And he was looking the birds flying in the sky. Suddenly, he saw some animal. First, he thought that it was a cat but as he took a closer view, he realised that it was a Leopard because cat does not have so big face. He closed all the doors and windows of his room without making noise as if he would then the leopard would come to know that somebody is there and might have attacked. And after that, he called his father and informed about Leopard being fearless. His father said, “Don’t panic, I will be there in 10 mins with people from Forest department. Soon, the Leopard was caught by forest department. His father told Mohan, “I am very pleased with your bravery and presence of mind. If you wouldn’t have informed me then there was a risk of Leopard attacking to us or someone.”

That was it! Hope it inspired you! “Not all storms come to disrupt your life. Some come to clear your path.” So be Brave.

Thank you!


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