One day everyone was sitting in the village field. The tongue in the heat is dry wood. Then Rakib suddenly said to the hair of the head,
But the tree was very tall, no one dared to rise. Suddenly he found a long bamboo stick. With a stick, the pulses began to shake. After a while, the big rhythm of the tree began to fall to the ground.
Everyone ran and picked up the rhythm. A cold shell said -
