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Something Fishy
Words 198
“Mom!”
Trisha’s shriek brought everyone running to the verandah.
“Look!” Trisha pointed, “The river is flowing in our garden.” She turned to Shweta, her mother, “How will I go to school? You know I have my spelling test today.”
“Don’t worry, the other side is clear.”
“I better go and revise my spellings, especially of ‘tongue’ and ‘stomach’…”
“Owww!” Samrat doubled over.
“Oh my poor baby!” Granny crowded him.
“What’s the matter?” Shweta asked. “Homework not done?”
Samrat straightened. “That’s not fair!” He hurriedly bent over again, leaning heavily on his grandmother. “That’s all done,” he gasped painfully, “My stomach’s hurting.”
“Really? Since when?”
“Oh come on Shweta! Are you his mother or stepmother? Can’t you see the poor boy is in agony?” Granny butted in. “Come child, let me give you some homeopathic medicine.”
“But what about school?”
“No school for you today,” Granny threw Shweta a challenging look.
Shweta glared at her husband.
He promptly vanished.
.
.
“Mom! I got 10 on 10 in my spelling test.” Trisha ran in. “Has the water gone down?”
Trisha stopped short.
Her ‘ailing’ brother was waist deep in water.
He grinned. “Here catch!” He threw her a fish.
***
“You can drag my body to school but my spirit refuses to go.” ― Bill Watterson, Creator of Calvin and Hobbes.
Exactly what my brother and son thought. I, however, loved school, including (especially) spelling tests although tongu did have me (and that much more fun). As you may have guessed by now, the above story is based on a true (more or less) incident from my childhood.
Do be generous with your thoughts and experiences on the matter 🙂
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