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        One summer day in Frog Creek, 

Pennsylvania, a mysterious tree house 

appeared.   Eight-year-old Jack and his 

seven-year-old sister Annie discovered the 

tree house in the woods near their home.  

They found it filled with all kinds of books.  

It was a magic tree house and it could take 

them to the places in the books.   All they 

had to do was point to a picture in a book 

and wish to go there.   They found that the 

tree house belonged to me, Morgan Le 

Fay.   I am a Master Librarian from the time 

of King Arthur.   Now Jack and Annie are 

about to set off on another adventure in 

search of the gifts of India.  

"Welcome, Jack and Annie," said Morgan.  

"Are you ready for your next adventure?"  

"Cool, we're ready," said Jack.  

"We sure are," said Annie.  

"Your next adventure will be to a country 

called India," said Morgan.  

"Wow, that's in Asia," shouted Jack.

All of a sudden the wind started to blow.  

The tree house started to spin.   It spun faster and faster. 

Then everything was still, absolutely still.  

"Let's get going," said Annie.  

"I can't wait to explore India."

"Look,"   said Jack.   "There's an Indian elephant."  

"Look at how it's all decorated," said Annie. 

"It says here that elephants are loved in India and they 

are raised in elephant camps by trainers called mahouts. 

Then they decorate their bodies with painted designs 

and silk cloths.   They place little huts called howtahs on 

their backs for festivals and parades," said Jack.  

"Let's go for a ride," said Annie.  

And off they went.  

While riding the great elephant, Annie 

and Jack saw a beautiful building off in 

the distance.   It was the most beautiful 

palace that they had ever seen.  

"Look, Jack!   We must go there," 

said Annie.

As they came closer, they saw a beautiful 

woman standing outside.   "Welcome to 

Agra, my friends.   I am Mumtaz Mahal 

and this is my palace, the Taj Mahal.   It 

was built for me by my husband, the 

emperor, Shah Jahan.   When I died giving 

birth to my baby boy, my husband was so 

sad that he had this palace built in my 

honor.   It is a mausoleum, a tomb where 

I am buried along with my husband.

It took 20 years and 20,000 people to build. It was 

made of white marble in the style of the Mugal 

architecture. People come from all over the world to see 

this beautiful palace. The gateway is etched in black 

writing with verses from the Koran. There are four thin 

towers called minarets and a large central dome that 

stands 200 feet tall. The domes, arches, 

and minarets of the Taj Mahal are repeated on the two 

sides of the buildings with gardens and a pool on the 

outside of the palace. Now, Jack and Annie, you must be 

on your way to see more of my beautiful 

country." "Thank you, we will," 

                   said Jack and Annie.

Then Jack and Annie continued on 

their journey into the deep forests 

of India where they heard a loud 

growling noise from behind the 

trees.   There in the woods was a 

Bengal tiger, just one of the many 

symbols of India.  

After Jack and Annie learned about 

some of the Indian symbols from 

their friend, such as the Bengal tiger, 

they journeyed on to discover more 

about India.  

"Look, Annie!" said Jack. "It's a book 

about Hinduism."

"Boy, would I love to learn about 

that," said Annie.  

"It says here that it's a religion that 

started 4,000 years ago," said Jack.

"Wow! That's a long time ago. Read 

on, Jack," said Annie.

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