Ravi and the Little Clay Pot

ພາຍໃນປຶ້ມຫົວນີ້

ຂໍ້ຄວາມຂອງແຕ່ລະໜ້າ, ສຳລັບອ່ານຕາມ ຫຼື ອ່ານອອກສຽງ.

1. ໜ້າ 1

   Clang! The brass bell rang over the busy bazaar. Ravi ran past the spice stalls, zigzagging between baskets of red pepper and yellow saffron. In his arms he held a small clay pot of golden lamp-oil. It had to reach the old Watch Tower before sunset.

2. ໜ້າ 2

   Halfway there, the wind began to roar. A storm of sand swallowed the streets. It stung Ravi's cheeks like hot pepper. He held the pot tighter. If the tower lamp stayed dark tonight, Uncle Dev and his camels would never find the way home across the dunes.

ອ່ານສ່ວນທີ່ເຫຼືອຂອງປຶ້ມໄດ້ຟຣີເມື່ອມີບັນຊີ. ສ້າງບັນຊີຟຣີ