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Why did the magic waterfall disappoint other villagers? What reward did Taro get and from whom?

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The waterfall was a magic creation by God. It was to reward Taro’s honest labour, and devotion to his parents. The cold water tasted like sake for the old man. But it disappointed the greedy villagers. They found it like plain cold water. The story of Taro’s great discovery of magic waterfall reached the Emperor of Japan. He rewarded Taro with gold coins for serving his parents so sincerely.

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Chapter 3.1: Taro’s Reward - Extra Questions

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NCERT English - Honeysuckle Class 6
Chapter 3.1 Taro’s Reward
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