وزن | 68 g |
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تعداد صفحات | 49 |
شابک | 978-600-426-213-2 |
شمارگان | 1000 نسخه |
قطع | رقعی |
محل نشر | دزفول |
موضوع | داستانهای کوتاه انگلیسی |
ناشر | اهوراقلم |
نوبت چاپ | اول – 1399 |
نوع جلد | شومیز |
نوع کاغذ | تحریر |
وزن | 68 g |
---|---|
تعداد صفحات | 49 |
شابک | 978-600-426-213-2 |
شمارگان | 1000 نسخه |
قطع | رقعی |
محل نشر | دزفول |
موضوع | داستانهای کوتاه انگلیسی |
ناشر | اهوراقلم |
نوبت چاپ | اول – 1399 |
نوع جلد | شومیز |
نوع کاغذ | تحریر |
“Uh-Oh! Here he comes!” Mahesh whispered to Rahul. “Lets get out of here.”
Rahul nodded, and the two cycled away together as fast as possible. They ran in to Payal and warned her about Uncle Uh-Oh.
Nobody knew his real name, but that’s what the kids called him. A bespectacled, grey haired, clean shaven man, had moved in to the neighbourhood a month ago, but he spoke to no one. Kids, in particular, annoyed him. He shooed them away if they happened to be anywhere in his vicinity.
The kids were sad when uncle Mathur, who always had a smile for them and often slipped them toffees, moved to America, to spend more time with his grandchildren, who were growing up there. Then they saw Uncle UhOh move in. When they saw him tending to the garden, left behind by uncle Mathur with such a loving expression on his face, they were sure he would be just as nice as uncle Mathur.
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