A little boy called Dhon lived in a small village in India. One afternoon Dhon's mother told Dhon, "I am going to bring firewood, Son. Do not go out. Play near the hut ." "Mama, may I go a little way in the woods to pick blackberries ?" he asked one day. "All right," his mother said, "but do not go very far." So Dhon went to the woods. He was happy to hear the birds singing in the trees. He _ some blackberries in his pockets. Then Dhon tried to catch some beautiful butterflies. He chased them far into the woods. He ran and he jumped. He forget he had to go back home. By that time the sun had set. Dhon was frightened. He thought of his mother and he cried. Suddenly, he saw a speck  of light flying then he heard a voice. "I am a firefly . Why are you crying, little boy?" "I have lost my way. I want to go home to my mother," replied Dhon. "Don't cry, little boy, I will take you home. Follow me. But you must promise never to catch me." Dhon promised and followed the firefly through the trees. Soon he reached home and was safe in his mother's arms. That is why there are so many fireflies twinkling like little stars near the village huts in India. Where did this story happen?
In China. In America. In India. In Canada.