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The Adventures of Toto as a comic strip

 'The Adventures of Toto' is an amusing story by Ruskin Bond. It is prescribed as a lesson in CBSE's English course for class 9. Maggie asked her students to do a project on some of the lessons and Femi George's work is what I would like to present here. Femi converted the story into a beautiful comic strip. Her work will speak for itself and let me present it below. 

Femi George
Student of Carmel Public School, Vazhakulam, Kerala







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    1. Undoubtedly. The drawing is almost professional.

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    2. she is super talanted and drawing is outstanding, marvelous and super

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    3. Have you ever read something called manga

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    4. Manga is at whole other level you can't compare it to a child's few comic pages as every 5th book published in Japan is of manga

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  2. That cute smile. If I'm not wrong I taught her as well. Well Done.

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  3. Hari OM
    Oh my word - this is FABULOUS!!! Not just a future in writing, but also in illustration. I send congratulations via her teacher! YAM xx

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    1. I have already conveyed your compliment to her. 👍

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    2. Have you ever read something called manga

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    3. Yes they are amazing
      I have read all the og Naruto and shippuden

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    4. I have a read a ton of mangas but you cant possible compare a childs drawing with this, Though I agree when me and my friends were in 9th grade not to brag but my skills with water colours and his sketching skills were on another level

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  4. Convey my appreciation to Femi George. Indeed a future promise to comic, cartoon drawing, creativity and storytelling.:)

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  5. The work is fabulous. My best wishes for Femi.

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  6. Can I plz have a comic strip on the lesson the kingdom of fools?

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  7. Congratulations Femi. Wow! What a superbly talented illustrator and writer she is. I hope she shares this comic strip with Mr. Ruskin Bond. Love her beautiful cursive handwriting too. Super!

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    1. u r correct talented comic strip

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  8. it is very blur and no able to see any single word of first page it is very very nice but plese re send it

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  9. Very good work 👌😇

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  10. Simply marvellous. Writing and illustrating going hand in hand is very rare.

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  11. This is so nice

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  12. I am amazed by the child's creativity. I do hope, her parents nurture her talents

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  13. Pretty good with her drawing.

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  15. Wow...that's beautiful....truly talented...I think the author ' Ruskin Bond' should see it. He could be reached via instagram.....Forgot to say.....I just adore Ruskin Bond ...

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    1. Thanks for the appreciation and suggestion. I too love Bond whose personality is as adorable as his writing.

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