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  A cute girl chose a red balloon that almost winked at herself among the balloons. With the balloon in his hand, he was walking happily and playing with it. Somehow, the flying balloon escaped from his grasp. Even though Beste was sad because his balloon escaped from his hand, he liked the fact that his balloon was floating in the sky. Other children were pointing at the balloon with their fingers and laughing happily. The bubble is gone, the creek is gone, the hill is flat. He came to a village flying by watching the houses, balconies, roofs, seas, mountains, hills and landscapes. It is stuck on the branch of a huge tree in the garden, inside which is a small but cute house. At that time, a cute little girl named Sevim, who was looking out the window, caught a red thing on the tree. But he could not understand what was among the leaves. At first she thought it was a huge apple. But how could such a big apple stay on a tree? He immediately called to his mother and they went together to see what was in the tree. What do they see, a huge red flying balloon. At that moment, Sevim flew into the air with happiness.A cute girl chose a red balloon that almost winked at herself among the balloons. With the balloon in his hand, he was walking happily and playing with it. Somehow, the flying balloon escaped from his grasp. Even though Beste was sad because his balloon escaped from his hand, he liked the fact that his balloon was floating in the sky. Other children were pointing at the balloon with their fingers and laughing happily. The bubble is gone, the creek is gone, the hill is flat. He came to a village flying by watching the houses, balconies, roofs, seas, mountains, hills and landscapes. It is stuck on the branch of a huge tree in the garden, inside which is a small but cute house. At that time, a cute little girl named Sevim, who was looking out the window, caught a red thing on the tree. But he could not understand what was among the leaves. At first she thought it was a huge apple. But how could such a big apple stay on a tree? He immediately called to his mother and they went together to see what was in the tree. What do they see, a huge red flying balloon. At that moment, Sevim flew into the air with happiness.A cute girl chose a red balloon that almost winked at herself among the balloons. With the balloon in his hand, he was walking happily and playing with it. Somehow, the flying balloon escaped from his grasp. Even though Beste was sad because his balloon escaped from his hand, he liked the fact that his balloon was floating in the sky. Other children were pointing at the balloon with their fingers and laughing happily. The bubble is gone, the creek is gone, the hill is flat. He came to a village flying by watching the houses, balconies, roofs, seas, mountains, hills and landscapes. It is stuck on the branch of a huge tree in the garden, inside which is a small but cute house. At that time, a cute little girl named Sevim, who was looking out the window, caught a red thing on the tree. But he could not understand what was among the leaves. At first she thought it was a huge apple. But how could such a big apple stay on a tree? He immediately called to his mother and they went together to see what was in the tree. What do they see, a huge red flying balloon. At that moment, Sevim flew into the air with happiness.While her mother was handing the balloon she had taken from the tree to Sevim, Sevim's eyes were smiling with happiness. He played happily with his balloon for a long time. Then he stopped for a moment and thought. He wished he could experience this joy in another child. So he slowly let go of the string of the balloon and waved from the back of the balloon. Thus, the balloon continued its journey from where it left off. This is where the beautiful story ends.

Once upon a time, there was a tiny park in a sieve, and cute children playing in the park. While the children were playing happily, the bubble-faced uncle came to the park as usual. The children happily surrounded the balloonist uncle and were choosing which balloon to buy.While her mother was handing the balloon she had taken from the tree to Sevim, Sevim's eyes were smiling with happiness. He played happily with his balloon for a long time. Then he stopped for a moment and thought. He wished he could experience this joy in another child. So he slowly let go of the string of the balloon and waved from the back of the balloon. Thus, the balloon continued its journey from where it left off. This is where the beautiful story ends.

Once upon a time, there was a tiny park in a sieve, and cute children playing in the park. While the children were playing happily, the bubble-faced uncle came to the park as usual. The children happily surrounded the balloonist uncle and were choosing which balloon to buy.While her mother was handing the balloon she had taken from the tree to Sevim, Sevim's eyes were smiling with happiness. He played happily with his balloon for a long time. Then he stopped for a moment and thought. He wished he could experience this joy in another child. So he slowly let go of the string of the balloon and waved from the back of the balloon. Thus, the balloon continued its journey from where it left off. This is where the beautiful story ends.

Once upon a time, there was a tiny park in a sieve, and cute children playing in the park. While the children were playing happily, the bubble-faced uncle came to the park as usual. The children happily surrounded the balloonist uncle and were choosing which balloon to buy.While her mother was handing the balloon she had taken from the tree to Sevim, Sevim's eyes were smiling with happiness. He played happily with his balloon for a long time. Then he stopped for a moment and thought. He wished he could experience this joy in another child. So he slowly let go of the string of the balloon and waved from the back of the balloon. Thus, the balloon continued its journey from where it left off. This is where the beautiful story ends.

Once upon a time, there was a tiny park in a sieve, and cute children playing in the park. While the children were playing happily, the bubble-faced uncle came to the park as usual. The children happily surrounded the balloonist uncle and were choosing which balloon to buy.