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Friday, October 21, 2016
My North Pole Trip; A story by Bikram Singla, my 2nd grade student
As we set out excitedly on our trek we heard a splash and a cry. As I looked back Mehul was thrashing his hands about neck deep in icy water. He had slipped on thin ice covering a lake and it had broken. We pulled him out with the help of some men. He was shivering with cold. We took him back and I gave him some dry clothes to wear. He fell ill with high fever and had to be taken back. Our trip was cut short and we landed in Delhi next day.
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