Stories For Thing

Unfinished

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Today on the bus called Back Home
I dangled my legs and wrote a pome
About when I’d be a lady and all,
Jiggly chest, lipstick and tall.

I should like to marry a millionaire
And own a bookshop, one here, two there.
Or I’ll marry a bookshop and turn it out
With tea and scones and an orange cat stout

I would butter my cats and pet my scones
And pour tea down red tellyphones.
I’d knead and bake old Rumpelstiltskin
Top him with Playdoh, sprinkle him with mint.

I’d stand on fat books to trap the fairy (tales) in
Order them to stop being so pretty, and pull out a wing.
I’d tell rude old women, who came in for tea
Exactly what I think of them completely for free.

That’ll show them for pinching my cheeks
Or crushing my face to their pudding chest of fleece.
I’d run far away if I was asked to be polite
Disappear to secret places and give my folks a fright.

I’d empty the refrigerator and leave open the door
For my polar bears to climb in, to slumber and snore
My flamingo would be my sceptre, my staff
Or would I need something taller, maybe a giraffe?

I’d make a thing, all shiny and clean
that goes around call it the More and More Machine.
what would it make more of i don’t quite know
more and more rubbish maybe, a lot more than before

i could tell you about my teachers in school
wearing a man’s shoes, missing a toe, keeping the rule
but the Back Home Bus has brought me home
where I’ll be too busy to finish this poem

By Sandhya Menon

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Thing is Five

Little Thing lay herself down to sleep
Her eyes open she would not keep
On her pillow she stubbornly lay her head
“Tomorrow I shall be a big girl!”, she said.

“I will get hugs and kisses galore,
A tiny thing I shall be no more.
I’ll be very tall and as strong as a bear
I’ll throw my Mahm up and down in the air.”

So it could come fast, she slept very soon,
While over her watched the ever smiling moon.
It sent her dreams, so colourful and odd
In her sleep we could see her smile and nod.

She dreamt of a dragon, wreaking havoc over Britain.
She cast a shrinking spell on it, had it mewling like a kitten.
Pet dragon on her shoulder, firm ground beneath her feet
She set off once more, what strange people she would meet!

In each land she brought peace and calm
She had learnt well from her wise Mahm
She set them all a’ laughin’ with her terrible jokes
She had learnt them from her dad, what a funny bloke.

She settled in a village with her dragon named Mandy
Everyone refused to stop giving her candy.
She lived there for years until she got bored
And then she decided to once again, hit the road.

In her travels she came across many a chance
To stop and with all the countryfolk dance.
She jumped and she pranced until Mandy got weary
Then she went and brought light to lands more dreary.

All this happened and she was hale and hearty,
But oh no! She hadn’t yet gotten her 5th birthday party!
As the thought struck her she struggled once more
She couldn’t wake up! Oh what a bore.

But wake up she did and hugged everyone tight!
It had been a long long lovely night.
She stood on her bed and in the pillows she did dive,
It was her day, her year, she was now five.

By L’il Pun

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Adventures of FAT LOUIE. Episode 4: The Party & the Intruder

Fat Louie

Fat Louie (for those who just joined us, is a brown Bear and) is a class hero of 5th Grade in Jungle Tot’s school. Today he was at his best friend Ninja Duckie’s birthday party. The party was being held in a secluded Party Place away from all the homes of Jungle tots. Fat Louie had never been here. It was breath-taking! The whole place was done up to look like Lisbon; or so he was told, he didn’t know what Lisbon looked like! No wonder it was called “Portuguese Party Place”. Fat Louie had never seen a sea or waves. He had seen a river and even a waterfall, but not waves & a sea shore. They had created all this at the Party Place. Fat Louie wondered what Portuguese food would be like. He hoped they would have some fish here for him to eat!

He need not have worried because he saw some orangutans dragging a net from the shore and gleaming fish were jumping in the net. He felt as if he had been transported to some far off place. He wondered whether it was all for real.

He then saw Ninja Duckie. She looked, he thought a bit uncomfortable in her part dress, and then she came & hugged him. He suddenly remembered the gift he was clutching tightly and handed that to her. She squealed in delight after opening it and seeing her favourite chocolate truffles. Her mother appeared and stopped her from eating it all right there. Fat Louie then found himself in the middle of the party with his friends Sid the bunny & Druider the sloth and a lot of others.

Parrots were doing a great Rap song and there were bodies on the floor gyrating away; Sid was doing his favourite bunny hop and Fat Louie did his own version of Gangnam style stopping now and then to nibble on the appetizers of Bombil stuffed with nuts and taking sips of mountain dew. Druider was the only one not dancing; he was sniffing around for tacos stuffed with termites.

Suddenly they heard a commotion near the front door and a scream!

The parrots stopped singing and there was an uneasy silence. They heard the Orang-utan at the door say “You can’t come in here” and the gruff reply “watch me”!

They saw the long snout of Wily the Wolf dressed in a Hoodie. The Wolf had gate crashed Ninja Duckie’s party. The 5th graders looked around aghast. Their parents had all gone leaving them to have a good time. Wily wolf entered the party room with an evil grating laugh. Ninja Duckie was paralysed with fear. All around the room it was as if they were playing the game ‘statue’. No one moved.

No one except Fat Louie. Fat Louie drew himself up to his full height and gave a big roar. The biggest he had ever done. Fat Louie then charged at Wily Wolf unmindful of the consequences. There was an audible gasp from around the room. To everyone’s surprise and delight Wily turned tail and ran out! Everyone in the room clapped! The orangutans shut and bolted the front door and the party started again.

Fat Louie was the hero again. Fat Louie had saved Ninja Duckie’s party! The jungle tots would have carried their hero on their shoulders except he was too heavy! There were lots of high fives and fist punches. Birds sang & the parrots rapped even more. Even Druider the sloth was enjoying himself.

What a memorable party this was, it would be remembered for many years! When the Moms came to collect the tots they were in for a great story!

Thing’s good friend, Rian

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Any Thing you want to be

Baa. Badum. BOOSH!

Thing fell on her tush. “Ow!” it hurt, “I don’t like you,” she wagged her finger at the errant stone.

“Sorry, little Miss,” said he.

“But, but… stones cannot speak!”

“Who made the rules?

Must be some fool

Whose bed was full of bugs.

You can’t be here

Causing such fear –

You shall get no free hugs.’”

Thing made a face. “But that’s wrong. If hugs are free, everyone should get them.”

“You have much to learn, little Thing

Of happy silences and liars who sing.”

But Thing had bigger worries to worry. Where was she, where were Mahm and Dada?

“Dream’s Cape” said Stone.

 

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“No. Dreamscape.”

 

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“Let’s go,” said Stone, wobbling from side to side.

“There’s much to see

And places to be,

C’mon girlie

Keep up with me.”

Thing skipped along – adventure time! ‘Maybe I’ll get something to eat too. My tum-tum is getting all rumbly,’ she thought.

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They walked and wobbled, walked and wobbled, and in no time, they were in a white-white room with shiny-shiny things.

“Where are we?” asked Thing. All this white…and all little Thing could think about was how much better it would look if it was all coloured in.

“Why, hello!” said a big girl in a big white coat. ‘She reminds me of someone,’ thought Thing, ‘but who? Like Mahm and a little like Dada, but not exactly. Oh oh! What did she say?’ Thing tried to listen carefully.

“This isn’t your first time in a hospital, no?” said the white coated big girl.

“But it is,” said Thing. If it wasn’t, the place would not be so very white.

“Ah. But you were in a place quite like this around the time you were born.”

“How do YOU know? Were you there too?”

“In a way,” she said with a smile. “Do you know what this is?” She handed Thing a big plasticky black thingy with a shiny metallic U thingy.

“Doctor uncle carries this around. Are you a doctor too?”

She smiled again, “Indeed. And this is a stethoscope.”

‘Stethoscope. That’s a nice word. Ste-thus-cope. Stay-thus-cope. Stir-the-scope. Stereo-scope.’

“Do you want to try it?”

Thing was thrilled. She’d been thinking about the very same thing since she first touched it.

So the Doctor girl put the black tips of the U thingy in Thing’s little ears and placed the heavy disc thingy on little Thing’s chest. “Do you hear that?” She sounded so far away. And suddenly, Thing heard the most amazing thing.

“Lub dubb. Lub dubb. Lub dubb.”

She took it off her ears, “It’s like someone’s playing drums inside me!”

“That’s your heart.”

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“Thank you for your patience,

But we have to get to other places.”

Thing had forgotten Stone was even there.

‘But I want to know what other instruments play inside me,’ thought Thing. But he was already wobbling away. So she waved a quick goodbye to Doctor girl and smiled her biggest smile.

“Goodbye Miss. Goodbye.”

“Bye-bye, little girl,” she said, “bye-bye.”

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The ground was getting rough and walking was now tough. Every now and again, Thing thought she was lost. So many Stones, where was hers? But only one would move, muttering “C’mon, c’mon”. Good thing stones weren’t normally in the habit of talking.

Eventually, the ground smoothed out and sloped, so that Stone was mostly rolling than wobbling. Suddenly, they found themselves in a cave-like room. One wall was all glass, holding an ocean behind.

“Beyond the waves of infinity

Lie generations of my family,

Some sharp, some dull, some much like me.”

Stone was singing his tuneless song. Thing didn’t understand. So she pressed her face against the glass but her nose got in the way.

In the distance, she saw a little fish, grey and chubby and generally harmless. Its big mouth was stretched in an even bigger smile. That was growing by the second. Bigger and BIGGER OH GOD HE’S GOING TO CRASH! But there was only a slight thump as the BIG grey chubby fish hit the glass gently.

From behind its mighty fin emerged a much smaller, much slimmer black creature, with googly eyes and pipes and things. On closer examination, Thing realised, why, this ‘thing’ looked almost human!

“Who or what is that?” she asked Stone.

“A scuba diver is she,

An adventurer under sea,

A friend of the fishes who

Is vegetarian too.”

‘Makes sense,’ thought Thing, ‘I don’t eat my friends either.’

And then she saw the diver girl do the most bizarre thing with her hand. Like an ancient gesture or an other worldly salute.

 

Fig 4

 

Thing tried to do it herself and got it wrong a few times – everybody does. But she got it eventually. The diver girl flashed her a thumbs-up and swam off, much like her fish friends. Thing looked down at Stone. He was already wobbling on his way.

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They walked through a dimly lit tunnel and soon were out in the open again. Thing stretched her arms far and wide; she never liked dark places. As she tried to stretch out and out of her body, she heard something in the distance – was that music? “Uh…” she opened her mouth to ask Stone, but he had no ears. But he could hear her speak. For that matter, she never really saw a mouth on him either. He fixed her with a stony stare with eyes that weren’t quite there. She’d fallen behind again. “Alright, alright. I’m coming. Sheesh.”

Soon they were walking in a pretty little garden, complete with green grass, fragrant flowers and there’s that music again!

Up ahead was a person sitting with her back to them. And Thing was sure it was a girl because her long and curly hair was tied into a braid. The big boys with long hair never did that.

Stone wobbled up to this girl and plopped on the grass before her. So Thing did likewise. She was very polite like that. And she finally saw where the music was coming from.

“Your guitar is so small!” said Thing. The girl stopped playing and smiled. “This, my dear, is a ukulele.”

“A yuka what?”

“You-ka-ley-li,” she said and handed it to her. Thing was overjoyed. Normally, people told her not to touch this and that. But here, everyone was giving things to her without her even asking for it.

She took the mini guitar. It was just the right size for her. She strummed it like she saw the girl do.

 

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“Whoa!”she wanted to keep this thing with her forever. But it wasn’t hers to keep, so she gave it back sadly. The girl took it back and with a smile that never waned, she played them a song. And the song was so snappy, boy, it was so happy, that Thing got up on her feet and twirled and jumped and swayed in time to the music. “Once more!” she cried, when the song was done. So the girl played again, and kept playing as Thing and Stone skipped along on their way.

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They came to a spot in the garden that had rocks of the size one could rest their bums on rather comfortably. Thing’s tum-tum was rumbling like anything, more so for she could smell the mangoes nearby. But, big as she was, the tree was so much bigger than her. She looked hopefully at Stone, who nodded (probably). He wobbled up the tree, but kept to the lower branches – stones are not used to such heights you see. He disappeared among the leaves and one by one, mangoes ploinked down on the grassy floor. Thing caught as many as her little hands could and settled down to eat. As Stone wobbled down the tree, Thing laid out the mangoes on her lap and worked on them one at a time like a good girl, but seeing how Stone might feel a little left out, she picked him up and offered him some.

“Now that we’ve met them peoplesies,

How many things did you really see?”

Thing wiped her mouth and smoothed her dress and thought back on her trip. “Three,” she said with obvious pride, stumbling with the words, eyes open wide, “thing with UK’s layli, thing with scuba driver and thing with…um, stereoscope!”

“Try again, but this time think

Were they all different or really the same Thing?”

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“Thing! Wake up. Come on now.” That was Mahm’s voice. Thing opened her little eyes. She was in her room, all tucked up in bed. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

“Good morning Mahm,” said Thing with a huge yawn.

“Off you go to the bathroom, little girl.” Thing skipped away to brush her teeth. Mahm was making the bed when suddenly she found something under the blanket. “Silly Thing. What things she collects.” She put it aside.

Sometimes a stone is a girl’s best friend.

By Ozone Baby

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How the snail got his home

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What I am going to tell you is the story of a snail; a wanderer in spirit and in mind‐ people called him ‘slow’ and ‘lazy’ and other names that don’t exist anymore. Yet, this tiny creature had some innate qualities that nobody knew of. He was kind and intelligent…And so it goes that around 600 billion years ago; at the time when the world was created, many different creatures existed in perfect harmony. Creatures, BIG and small, tall and short, all shapes and sizes were friends. They gathered around the BIG BONFIRE every night to share stories and their life.

It was a moonlit night… a big silver ball looming high in the dark sky, illuminating the creatures’ meeting place. There was to be a new creature being sent down to earth to join them. The king of the creatures announced that it would be called a ‘SNAIL’. Everyone whispered excitedly‐ who would this new creature be? “Someone pretty like me”, tinkled the butterfly. “Huh, someone as classy as me” said the hoity‐toity ladybird. “Are you kidding me? I think it is going to be another busy creature like me” said the bumblebee. And so the speculations went on until suddenly there was a loud PLOP!

Everyone ceased and looked down‐ right in the centre lay a tiny, pale pink creature. It scrambled to its feet and looked around nervously. About 1000 different eyes stared back at it. It tried to look for a place to hide and began moving to a small bush. “Tee hee hee”, he heard a chuckle… and looked up to see the butterfly that was pointing to it and said “What an ugly creature you are!” and fluttered her wings around it. “Ooohhh… ohhh…” said the snail. “Your wings cause such a strong breeze, I’m cold all over.” (BRRRRR).

He moved further on. “Look at the mess you’ve made!” sneered the ladybird (looking down her nose). “You’ve left a trail of slime… EWWWWWWWWW” and she walked away. The poor snail bent his head and moved along. It really was taking ages to move. “Slow poke! Slow poke! Said the bumblebee as he poked the snail’s back).

“I really must find myself a house to protect me!” he thought. Well, but real estate prices were at its peak‐ there was just no room to accommodate another. “What am I going to do?” he sighed as heard the rain pattering. “I need to protect myself.”

Suddenly, he saw a white object flying down. “Oooh! It’s a bit of cloud. I think that should help me!” But it was a feather that landed perfectly on the snail’s back. “Yay!” I have a ho‐ome! I have a ho‐ome!” But suddenly he felt a tickle. “Oooh! Stop tickling me… ooh hoo!” The snail wriggled around and laughed and suddenly noticed that the feather was moving away with the breeze. “Wait, you’ can’t go!” he cried. And so the snail moved on to find himself a home. He soon came across a rock and wriggled under it. But the weight of the rock was too much to bear‐ “OWWWW” The snail sighed and moved on.

He saw a pretty green leaf and put it on top of him. Just as he was settling to sleep under his new home, he felt someone drill holes. It was the ladybird who wanted a midnight snack. “I’m drenched through!” cried the snail as he moved on.

By and by the snail reached a beach. It saw a crab moving sideways along and said… “Hello, do you think you could find me a home?” “Ha! Ha! Ha” said the crab. “It’s a ‘concrete jungle’ out here. What we all need are mobile houses!” and he pinched the snail. “Owwww! That hurts! It seems like I’m never going to find a home. But a mobile home! That’s an interesting idea!”

He knocked against something hard – THOOP! What’s this? He wondered as he prodded the object with his tentacle. “It seems firm…It won’t be blown away by the breeze or eaten by others…I think it should be a perfect fit!” The snail put the shell over his back and it was a perfect fit. “and Oh! I can even hide under it and sleep” he said as he went in and out of the shell.

“I guess I’ve found my home after all!”

The next morning, as the sun rose from the east to the west, the snail woke up to the cock crowing. “Oh what a beautiful morning” he sang as he bumped into the other creepy crawlies. This time, he wasn’t cold. The bee couldn’t poke him as he kept going into his shell and the ladybird‐ well did she get a horrid bump as she scurried into the snail on her way to breakfast.

And so the legend goes that the snail, the wanderer in spirit and in mind…found himself an ideal home to go along with him as he travelled!

By Pearl
featuring original art by Ms. Thing

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ChumChum and Nana

shutterstock_69002632ChumChum and Nana sat on the swing, pushing it back and forth and all the while ChumChum talked about her school, and her friends, Adi, Tara and Mini. Nana’s pet dog Bruno slept with his head in ChumChum’s lap. She tickled him behind his ears, just to see them twitch in his sleep.

“You know Nana, the aeroplanebird is not a bird and it is not small either. When will I get to eat mangoes? Are those mangoes up there on the trees in your garden? Which bird is that? Your garden is so nice Nana. Can I water your plants tomorrow? I want to eat mangoes, Nana.” She chimed in one breath.

Nana laughed her tinkling laugh, “Do you want to walk with me and see the mango trees?”

Bruno sat straight and looked up at Nana. He was as happy as ChumChum to go to the garden. He grabbed his squeaky toy and ran after them on his stubby legs.

There was a hammock tied to two of the mango trees. Nana lay ChumChum on it and then lay down next to her. The sunlight streamed through the leaves and fell on to their faces. ChumChum raised her hand and moved it around to feel the warm rays play on her arm. She giggled “Nana, these sun rays are playing hide and seek with my arm”.

Nana raised her arm and pointed to the top of the tree “See there ChumChum, you see that green little thing? That is a baby mango.”

“But Nana, mangoes are yellow. My teacher showed us a picture.”

“Yes ChumChum, mangoes are yellow. But before they become yellow, they are green. And you know, the green ones are sour and not sweet like the yellow mangoes.”

“Sour like curd?”

“Umm, not like curd. Mango sour is a different sour. Like when you feel naughty and hide behind a chair and jump out in front of Mama and giggle. That giggle is sour. It tickles you.”

“I want to eat the sour mango, Nana, and laugh a naughty laugh.”

Now Nana had been hiding a mango in her satchel for just a time like this. She cut a small piece for ChumChum and herself. “Now we both will eat this after I count to three. Okay? One…two…three!”

ChumChum took a quick bite and the naughty mango tickled her teeth. She shut her eyes tight and squeaked. “NANA! The mango is so sour!”

Nana laughed, and ate her piece of mango and squeaked just like ChumChum.

“I want more Nana!”

Bruno looked up at them, wondered what the fuss was about and ran off to explore the garden. His favourite thing in the world to do.

By Ninja Duckie

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The Party In Her Mind

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It was bright and early one Monday morning when KeeKee’s eyes popped right open as soon as sunlight hit her face.

She sprang right up in bed, which was very unusual behaviour (you see KeeKee loved her dreams and she did not like to cut them short just because the sun’s rays were going knock-knock-knock on her eyelids). But today was a really important day. It was her birthday.

KeeKee knew birthdays were special. They helped her grow bigger. Without birthdays, KeeKee would still be a baby – now, who would want that? So it couldn’t be just any other day. KeeKee yawned and stretched and called out, “Mamaaaaa! I’m all awake nowwwwwww!!!!”

Mama and Dada came bounding in, with big grins on their faces. They gave her their own special hugs and kisses. They said, “Happy birthday KeeKee. My! How big you are now!” But KeeKee kept looking behind their backs. Where were the presents? The bigsmall boxes full of toys and books and chocolates and things?

Mama noticed and pulled KeeKee close to her: “Oh my baby, you’ve already got your gifts. Your own special hugs and kisses from Mama and Dada. Now get ready for school.” But KeeKee was so sad. No gifts, no party, no birthday cake. Only school. How terrible it is to have a birthday on a Monday.

On the bus, everything was as usual. Kids having paper-ball fights and some greedy boys already eating their tiffin. Only her best friend remembered to wish her happy birthday. In morning assembly, Principal ma’am said the prayers and made school announcements. Then she wrapped it all up as if there was nothing more to talk about. In class, KeeKee had to remind her teacher to get everyone to wish her in unison: “Happy Birthday KeeKee.”

This would not do at all. And so KeeKee decided that if no one would make her day special, she would do it for herself. So what if it was a Monday? She’d have a party in her mind.

Sitting at her desk in class, the room began to transform most magically. It became a beautiful garden, just perfect for a picnic. The blackboard became a huge rainbow-coloured banner with her name on it. The little desks and chairs turned into little picnic mats: some with trucks, some with balloons, some with fishes and some with giraffes on them. All the books on all the desks, turned into wrapped presents. And oh! When KeeKee looked at her teacher’s desk, it had changed into the biggest chocolate cake she had ever seen!! Just. For. Her.

Oh the time KeeKee had at her party! Receiving presents and hugs and wishes. Giving out cake and return-gifts. Playing with her best friends, showing off her new dress and then getting dirt all over it! Dada had even asked a clown to perform at her party. How funny he was! KeeKee began to laugh loudly.

“KeeKee? What is so funny?” said the teacher.

Uh-oh. Busted!

Just as KeeKee’s party in her mind began to wind down, the school bell rang. All the kids rushed out of the classroom. KeeKee was in no rush. What a party she’d just been too! Now she was ready to go home, crawl into bed and make the best of nap time.

As Mama walked her home from the bus stop, KeeKee told her all about her special day. Mama listened with a big grin on her face, especially when she heard about the presents. “Wow KeeKee, you’ve had quite the day! But you know, birthdays aren’t just special for the person who was born on that day.”

“What do you mean, Mama?”

“Birthdays are also important to those who love you the most!”

And saying that, Mama swung open the front door to their house. In walked KeeKee and suddenly all the lights came on and a huge bunch of people jumped up:
“SURPRISE!!!!!!”

All her friends and family were there. With lovely smiles just for her. And gifts. Lots and lots of gifts! As KeeKee lost herself inside this crowd of birthday wishers, she thought happily to herself: I’m so lucky. I got two parties instead of one. Monday birthdays are the best!

By Gone Native

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ChumChum woke up

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ChumChum woke up and yawned. She stretched her arms wide and almost hit Dada with her tiny left fist. Oops, she thought.

Where are we? She looked around her. How could she have forgotten!? They were on the AEROPLANE-BIRD!

Dada smiled at her and opened his palm. There it was, her share of chocolate that the sweet lady was giving everyone. What a nice lady she is, Chumchum thought, to give everyone chocolates. Dada and mama and her and the other people sitting in the aeroplane-bird.

Mama gave her, her little backpack, “We’re almost there ChumChum.”

The aeroplane-bird landed with a ‘whooosh’, a ‘thud’ and then sped across the runway like a speed-racer and then slowed down.

When the doors opened, they got off the aerplane-bird, and walked along a long, long passage with other people and their suitcases on wheels. ChumChum had fun looking at suitcases big and small, and black and blue and green and red, and old and new. So many of them.

As they walked out of the airport, ChumChum saw them standing there – her Nana and Big Dada waiting for them. Big Dada was holding the red balloons he had promised her on the phone yesterday.

ChumChum ran to Nana and gave her the widest grin she had saved only for Nana. Big Dada picked her up, planted a long kiss on her forehead and asked “So ChumChum, where is hide and who is seek?”

ChumChum laughed and laughed, Oh Dada don’t you know. Hide I left with you, yesterday* when we met. And Seek is with Nana. I asked her to hide him for our next game”.

ChumChum saw Nana give her a big wink. They were going to have so much fun on the swing.

By Ninja Duckie

Psst… For ChumChum, the past is yesterday, the future tomorrow.

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Kuchu and the Wobble Gang

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“Yelp, yelp.” It was Sunday morning, and Kuchu was trying to sleep a bit more. But the constant yelping was not helping. So Kuchu reluctantly lifted his head from the blanket and could see slightly messed up ball of fur outside the window. Kuchu being Kuchu, there was nothing that could contain his curiosity. So he got up and put on his glasses – and discovered that the huddle of fur was actually four puppies sleeping, or trying to sleep over each other, while yelping away to glory. “Where could their mumma be?” Kuchu thought.

It had rained the night before, but this Sunday morning sunny with an extra dose of honey. Going outside – Kuchu noticed that the puppies were hardly a few days old and the huddle was their defense mechanism, against any rabid stray or any evil creature that might want to have too close a look at them. But as Kuchu approached them, one of them, wobbled across and started sniffing his blue slippers. Encouraged by this, his siblings also joined him with tails wagging. Kuchu forgot all about sleeping and got into playmate mode with the Wobble Gang – as he named them.

An hour passed like this. Kuchu’s mother had given up hope for him turning up for breakfast. But there was still hope for lunch, she thought. And in a few minutes, a whitish brown canine appeared in the garden, and started giving threatening looks to Kuchu. “So she’s here finally” sighed our poor Kuchu as he let them go from his lap and on to where they truly belonged. And as he started walking back, he turned round once, and he was sure he could see the slipper sniffer wink at him once. He smiled and entered home.

By The Humerus

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The Elevator That Went Nowhere

Somewhere in the faraway land of Boombeh, there was a little house. Inside this little house was an elevator. Now you must be wondering, what’s an elevator doing in a little house? But there it was.

People laughed about it, made little jokes about the little house with the elevator. They called it ‘The Elevator That Went Nowhere’.

No one went near the elevator. ‘What’s the use?’, they’d say. ‘Where can this possibly take us? To the terrace of this little house?’, they shrugged the idea away.

But not Thing.

You see, Thing loved elevators.

She couldn’t stop herself from trying this elevator out. The Elevator That Went Nowhere.

So, one fine day, Thing dressed up in her best dress and stepped inside The Elevator. The Elevator was the coziest elevator Thing had ever seen. It had lots of buttons and knobs and lights and fans and wonderful music played inside it. It had a mirror where Thing could see her best dress swoosh around as she twirled and danced around in The Elevator.

‘But where does this Elevator go?’, Thing wondered.

There were SO many buttons with all kinds of numbers (some of them Thing hadn’t even learned yet). Then there were buttons with images and dates and words. There was a button that said ‘I’m feeling lucky’. There was a button that said ‘Spin’. There was a button that said ‘Tweet’.

SO. MANY. BUTTONS.

What a funny elevator, Thing thought.

So she did, what she did on the normal elevators.

She pressed the button with the number ‘3’ on it.

3 – For Thing, Mama and Dada. Simple.

The Elevator made a funny noise and Thing felt as if the Elevator was rushing up a very, very tall building. As if the little house wasn’t so little at all.

After some time, when The Elevator had made enough funny noises, it stopped. The doors of The Elevator opened and Thing stepped out.

In front of her were three musketeers, muskeeting away.

‘TAKE THAT’. ‘AND THAT’. ‘AND THAT’.

Athos, Porthos and Aramis (funny names Thing thought) kept muskeeting till Thing got bored and stepped back into The Elevator.

This time she pressed ‘7’.

The Elevator made all the funny noises again and stopped once more. As Thing stepped out, she could hear faint singing. Straining her little neck a little, Thing saw seven dwarfs walking towards a beautiful little cottage, carrying shiny jewels and singing songs that spoke of a fair princess. Thing went up to them and asked them what the song was about. They told her the song was called ‘The Ballad of the Fairest of them all’, in memory of a dear friend who had gone away to live with a handsome prince. What a foolish girl, Thing thought. Who’d leave these friendly dwarfs and go live with a handsome Prince? But then, she thought, one day, I’ll get married and go live with a handsome Prince as well. Yougottadowhatyougottado.

Or maybe the Prince would come and live with her and the dwarfs? Or the handsome prince and the dwarfs and Mama and Dada and Thing could all live together. In the little House. Definitely in the little house with The Elevator.

Thing said goodbye to the dwarfs(much to their dismay) and returned to the Elevator. This time, she pressed ‘SPIN’, just for some variety you know.

The Elevator began spinning. It spun around like one of those roundabouts at the playground. Everything around Thing was becoming blurry and colorful and there was music to accompany the spinning. The Elevator kept spinning till Thing was so sleepy that she just couldn’t keep her eyes open. And then she slept.

And as she slept she dreamed a beautiful dream – of numbers and words and dwarfs and songs and lovely little houses. When she woke up, all the buttons in The Elevator had disappeared. Only one button remained. The one that said ‘I’m feeling lucky’.

So Thing pressed it.

And the doors of The Elevator opened.

Outside The Elevator was Thing’s home. And in Thing’s home were her Mama and Dada.

As she stepped outside, The Elevator made a funny noise again.

And then it spoke: ‘Even when the world tells you that you won’t go nowhere, Thing, cling to your dreams. Trust them like you trusted The Elevator That Went Nowhere and the world will be more magical than you could ever imagine.’

With those words of wisdom, The Elevator made another funny noise and disappeared.

It probably went back to its little house, Thing thought.

And so she ran into her house and into her Mama’s lap and exclaimed, ‘I’M FEELING LUCKY TODAY MAMA!’.

‘So am I’, Mama said and hugged the luckiest girl in the world.

By Tantanoo

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