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Ek chhote se gaon mein ek pyare se dadaji rehte the. Har subah wo park mein jaakar apni kursi par baith kar moongfali khate the. Ek din ek shararti bandar waha aaya… aur dheere se dadaji ki moongfali chura kar bhaag gaya! Dadaji gusse hone ke bajay muskura diye… agle din wo extra moongfali lekar aaye. Bandar phir aaya… is baar dadaji ne usse khud moongfali di. Dheere-dheere dono ki dosti ho gayi. Ab har din bandar dadaji ke paas aata, unke kandhe par baithta aur dono saath mein moongfali enj