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Give the characteristic features of the elf which helped Patrick.

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Give the characteristic features of the elf which helped Patrick.

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Patrick saved a little doll from his cat. That doll was, in fact, a very small sized man, an elf. He was timid. He felt grateful to his saviour. In return, he prom­ised to grant Patrick a wish. He could not say ‘no’ to any of Patrick’s requests. He agreed to do Patrick’s homework. But he was illiterate. He sought Patrick’s guidance at every step.

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पाठ 1.1: Who Did Patrick’s Homework? - Extra Questions

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पाठ 1.1 Who Did Patrick’s Homework?
Extra Questions | Q 11

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