The little girl couldn't contain her excitement. Her squishing shoes, her wet socks, and the wet shirt couldn't dampen her spirit. For in her satchel lay the shells, nicely wrapped in torn pages from her maths notebook.
Come recession after two classes, and she called her best friend to one corner, and showed her prized possession. Her best friend rolled her eyes first, then twisted her nose. "Throw them out of the window", she suggested.
"Huh!" was what the little girl replied. All throughout the day she dreamt of going home and decorating her study table with the shells... and listening to the sound of the waves now and then , when she wouldn't be able to learn her multiplication tables by heart. Those multiplication tables gave her nightmares. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't remember how much would be 14*8...
The rains ceased by lunch break. Eventually, the long wait was over, as the classes came to an end. She sat in her school bus. Even the bus seemed to go at the pace of a tortoise today.... how boring... Finally, she was home. She threw open her wet socks... it smelled queer..like that of wet leather. and her fair toes had become white and shrivelled. "Never mind," she murmured. Then she opened her satchel. It was smelling very, very strange.
She took out the ball of paper, where lie her shells. The wrapping had gone soggy, and the smell was coming from the wrapping. "May be paper wet paper smells funny," she thought.
"Maa... maa!" she cried, and rushed to the kitchen. Mother was laying the table.
"See, what I have got!" the little girl told her mother, and laid the shells in the table.
"Yikes!" mother shrieked. It startled the little girl. "Where did you get those from?" asked mother, her voice still high-pitched.
"Oh, I got these shells from near my school," she said. It was smelling very funny now, even the girl began doubting whether if it was coming from the shells.
Now mother calmed down. "Those are not shells, you silly girl," she said. "These are called molluscs."
"MOLLUSCS! They are shells, like the ones at enai's place," the little girl stated.
"No those are different. You find shells in the sea-shore, not near your school," mother asserted. So saying, she picked the soggy paper ball, along with the MOLLUSCS, and threw it out of the kitchen window.
Come recession after two classes, and she called her best friend to one corner, and showed her prized possession. Her best friend rolled her eyes first, then twisted her nose. "Throw them out of the window", she suggested.
"Huh!" was what the little girl replied. All throughout the day she dreamt of going home and decorating her study table with the shells... and listening to the sound of the waves now and then , when she wouldn't be able to learn her multiplication tables by heart. Those multiplication tables gave her nightmares. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't remember how much would be 14*8...
The rains ceased by lunch break. Eventually, the long wait was over, as the classes came to an end. She sat in her school bus. Even the bus seemed to go at the pace of a tortoise today.... how boring... Finally, she was home. She threw open her wet socks... it smelled queer..like that of wet leather. and her fair toes had become white and shrivelled. "Never mind," she murmured. Then she opened her satchel. It was smelling very, very strange.
She took out the ball of paper, where lie her shells. The wrapping had gone soggy, and the smell was coming from the wrapping. "May be paper wet paper smells funny," she thought.
"Maa... maa!" she cried, and rushed to the kitchen. Mother was laying the table.
"See, what I have got!" the little girl told her mother, and laid the shells in the table.
"Yikes!" mother shrieked. It startled the little girl. "Where did you get those from?" asked mother, her voice still high-pitched.
"Oh, I got these shells from near my school," she said. It was smelling very funny now, even the girl began doubting whether if it was coming from the shells.
Now mother calmed down. "Those are not shells, you silly girl," she said. "These are called molluscs."
"MOLLUSCS! They are shells, like the ones at enai's place," the little girl stated.
"No those are different. You find shells in the sea-shore, not near your school," mother asserted. So saying, she picked the soggy paper ball, along with the MOLLUSCS, and threw it out of the kitchen window.
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