"Damru, I'm very tired now. I'll rest here," said King Toto.
"Yes, Your Highness," said Damru, and he quickly spread a mat under the shade of a tree. A few moments had passed while the king rested when a mosquito bit him on his nose.
"Who dared trouble me?" King Toto shouted. "King Toto, that's a cheeky mosquito. Wait, I will kill it with this sword."
Damru picked up King Toto's sword and swung it around.
"What are you doing, Damru? I don't know whether you will kill the mosquito or me!" the king shouted in anger, and Damru kept the sword down nervously.
"Cheeky mosquito, you have so much courage that you dare to bite me? Apologise immediately, otherwise, I will kill you," King Toto said looking here and there, not being able to spot the mosquito.
"Hahaha! If humans can't do anything to us, then what will you do?" Montu mosquito said, laughing and appearing in front of the king.
"What do you mean?" King Toto asked, surprised.
"We spread many diseases like dengue, malaria, and chikungunya among humans, but humans are still afraid of us, and you are asking me to apologise to you? Never!" Montu said, mocking King Toto.
"Looks like you will have to be taught a lesson!" King Toto said and he took out his sword and attacked Montu.
But what could a sword do to a tiny mosquito? He kept escaping the attacks of the sword and teased King Toto by sticking out his tongue.
After some time Montu said, "You have tried to harm me, now it's my turn!" and shook its wings vigorously and made buzzing, whirring sound. Whrr... whrr...soon, many mosquitoes emerged from the surrounding bushes.
"Your Highness, if you want to save your life, run from here!" Damru panicked.
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ابدأ النسخة التجريبية المجانية من Magzter GOLD لمدة 7 أيام للوصول إلى آلاف القصص المتميزة المنسقة وأكثر من 9,000 مجلة وصحيفة.
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