Stories For Thing

Thing slays dragons for breakfast

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Thing slays dragons for breakfast,
And dunks aliens in her soup.
She spells “mulligatawny”.
While twisting giraffes to a hoop.

She turns cabinets to rockets
And rockets to snails.
She takes them to the movies
After supping with the whales.

Thing’s waterslide’s a crocodile.
Her aeroplane’s a bee.
Her hair is the Amazon.
Her handkerchief’s a tree.

Thing takes tadpoles to the opera.
And waits till they become frogs,
And frogs become princes,
And princes become hogs.

She trains Cyclops to reggae
And Pluto to hip-hop.
Hercules to jazz
And Caesar to rock.

Thing’s closet’s a sanctuary
Of yellow-orange coats.
Of hot pink cyclones.
And biscuit-flavoured boats.

Her pencil can turn broccoli
Into tufts and tufts of smoke.
Homework into candy floss,
Erasers into soap.

Thing drinks up the Milky Way
In one giant gulp.
The stars and the planets,
The Queen and the Hulk.

Then, in comes Mum
To turn off the lights.
Thing shuts her book
And closes her  eyes.

Off she goes dreaming
Of  strawberry skies,
Of lemon meringues,
And blueberry pies.

Gauri Burma

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The Spider and The Thing

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Once upon a time
In a corner far far away
Lived an angry young spider
Aptly called Vijay

Eight long legs Vijay had
Spindly, hairy, strong
And everywhere Vijay went
He broke into a song

But he only sang when he was happy
And he wasn’t happy today
For he was an angry young spider
A spider called Vijay

“Where’s this Thing?”, He roared suddenly
At the bugs and at the flies
He stomped his feet, he shook his web
He glared with all his eyes

“What thing, dear sir are you looking for?”
“Nothing is missing here today”
“Here’s your silk and there’s your corner”
and there’s Miss Muffet’s Curd and Whey.

“BUT WHERE IS THIS THING?” He bellowed
“THIS GIRL WHO DOESN’T LOVE A SPIDER”
“GO FORTH AND SEARCH ALL CORNERS” He ordered
“RETURN NOT UNTIL YOU FIND HER”

So all the bugs and all the flies
And insects big and small
Poked every nook and corner
And every window, every wall.

And then they found The Thing, there she was
Dancing with her mum
They waited for her with bated breath
And begged her to come

To come with them to the angry young spider
The spider called Vijay
To come and explain why she doesn’t like them
To come and save the day

You see, the Thing was a nice little lady
She wanted to help the bugs
So she told her mama, she’ll be back soon
And sealed the promise with some hugs

They left for Vijay’s corner
The Thing, the bugs and their breeds
They jumped and hopped and sang and danced
and raced with the centipedes

Vijay, they found, in his corner
Angry Vijay, young and bold
Thing stopped singing
and hopping and dancing
and racing
and stared at Vijay, her manners cold.

“What do you want?”, She asked
“Why trouble these bugs and flies?”
Angry Vijay grew angrier
and rolled up half his eyes.

“I read something about you,
On how you love centipedes and bugs,
but why, o why, do you dislike spiders?
DO WE NOT DESERVE YOUR LOVE, YOUR HUGS?”

“WE SPIN AND WEAVE BEAUTIFUL WEBS
SILVERY AND SUBLIME
WE SING (I DO) WE DANCE WE ARE MERRY
AND WE EVEN SAVE THE WORLD (Sometimes)”

The bugs and the flies and the centipedes looked stumped
As the Thing pondered for a while
And moments later Thing broke
Broke into a gigantic smile

She pulled Vijay into a bear hug
A bear hug for a spider
Angry Vijay was angry no more
Just young and hairy and brighter

They sang and danced and sang and danced,
“Chali chali phir chali”
Till it was time for the Thing to go
“Chali ishq ki hawa chali”

She kissed Vijay on his cheek (he had only two of those)
Said Goodbye to the bugs and spider
The jolly spider who wasn’t angry no more
and who lived hairly every after?

By Tantanoo

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Sweetum meets Bon Bon

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She has rosy cheeks and deep dimples just like the poem, floppy hair and a smile that would light up her face just like the Sun that brightens our days.

Sweetum would place her face on Mama’s palm and go to sleep everyday and dream little dreams of fairies and angels, of candy islands and ice cream castles.

Sweetum’s parents recently moved to the big city and she did not have friends to play with. So Sweetum would secretly ask God to send her a new friend.

Sweetum walked to school everyday. One day Sweetum thought that she was being followed. She turned to look and found a cute little pup sitting close to her feet. Sweetum picked up the little fellow in her hands and walked towards her school.

She realized she could not take the little fellow to the classroom as Miss would scold her. So Sweetum planted the little fellow in her school bag and ran to her class. She was already getting late.

The little pup was quiet for some time. After a couple of hours he became hungry and started squealing.

Sweetum opened her tiffin box and gave the little fellow a sammich to eat. School got over at 1 O’Clock and Sweetum took the puppy home.

“Mamma look what I found in school today.” Mamma turned and saw the little pup in Sweetum’s hands.

Mamma asked “What’s his name?”

Sweetum thought for a while “Ummn, Mamma his name is Bon Bon. Can I please keep him, please please please.”

Mamma smiled and said, “Of course, but only if you promise to take good care of Bon Bon.”

Sweetum danced a happy dance. She now had a friend to play with. She took Bon Bon for a walk. Played with him all day. Fed him, bathed him and took good care of the little fellow.

That evening Sweetum had a Thank you prayer for God and a friend forever.

By Birdie

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