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What was the king’s reaction when he came to know that he had lost the challenge?

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The king was happy about it and congratulated Gopal for winning the challenge.

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Chapter 3.1: Gopal and the Hilsa Fish - Extra Questions

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Chapter 3.1 Gopal and the Hilsa Fish
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