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Complete the summary by filling in the given spaces with suitable words.
Once the poet was angry with his friend. He expressed his (i) ____________ and it ended. They became friends. But when he grew angry with his foe, he (ii) ___________ it and allowed his anger to grow. Day and night he watered it with his tears and allowed it to grow. He (iii) _________ his foe with false smiles and cunning tricks. The tree kept growing and yielded a bright apple which (iv) __________ his foe to eat it stealthily during the night. The next morning the poet was happy to see his foe lying (v) _________ under the tree.
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Solution
Once the poet was angry with his friend. He expressed his anger and it ended. They became friends. But when he grew angry with his foe, he suppressed it and allowed his anger to grow. Day and night he watered it with his tears and allowed it to grow. He faced his foe with false smiles and cunning tricks. The tree kept growing and yielded a bright apple which attracted his foe to eat it stealthily during the night. The next morning the poet was happy to see his foe lying outstretched under the tree.
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