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In what ways is an ant’s life peaceful?

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In what ways is an ant’s life peaceful?

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The ants live in peace because each one does its share of work honestly, wisely and bravely. They don’t interfere in the work given to others. They never fight in their group.

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अध्याय 1: The Tiny Teacher - Comprehension Check [पृष्ठ ३]

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अध्याय 1 The Tiny Teacher
Comprehension Check | Q 3 | पृष्ठ ३

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