Fortune-teller

The monkey was the fortune-teller. But no one believed him. They rather made fun of him.

The bear was his true friend. “I know they make fun of you. They think that no one can tell the future. But I know you can. Why don’t you predict the future of our beloved king?”

“No, I can’t do that.”

“Why?”

“If I tell him that on full-moon night he will be captured by two-legged animals, he will kill me.”

“Are you certain? I hope you are not making a mistake?”

“No, I am certain.”

“Then I think I we should surely meet the lion.”

They went to the lion’s den. He was sleeping soundly; after many days he had eaten a hearty meal.

They were scared to disturb him in his sleep; they waited for him to woke up.

Suddenly one elephant came that way and trumpeted. The lion woke up with a start.

He looked at the elephant and he got up moved away. The bear and the monkey approached him timidly.

The bear said, “Sir, I think some men are coming to the forest to capture some of us.”

“How do know?”

“My friend, this monkey, is a fortune-teller. He is certain that on the full-moon night some men will come and lay traps. Some of us may get trapped.”

“No one can come to our forest. And if anyone dares to come, I will tear him apart.”

“That you can do, no doubt. But I think it would be wiser if we took some precautions.”

“Well, that makes sense. Warn everyone, everyone must remain alert on the full-moon night.”

On the full-moon night some men entered the forest silently, like ghosts. They laid traps at many places. The monkey was sitting near the lion. He whispered, “Sir, do you see those men? I had foretold that people will come to capture you…..”

The lion glared at the monkey. He looked fearsome. The monkey fell silent

Not one animal got trapped. They were all alert and watchful.

In the morning everyone thanked the monkey.

“You are truly a good fortune-teller,” the lion patted the monkey.

The monkey was very happy. He knew that his reputation as a good fortune-teller had finally been established.

As the monkey entered his home, he was taken aback. A distant cousin was lying on his bed. The cousin smiled, “You must be feeling great, my fake fortune-teller?”

The monkey looked angrily at his cousin.

“If I had not heard those men talking about their plan to trap the lion and if I had not shared that information with you, what could you have done, my dear cousin?” the cousin asked.

The fortune-teller monkey was speechless.

 

 

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A post for A to Z challenge

Today’s letter F

You may like to read my earlier post   E for Elephant in the Room

 

Elephant in the Room

“Ma, there’s an elephant in my room,” the boy screamed.

His mother was busy making breakfast for everyone. She just ignored the boy.

“Maaaaaaa!”

“Ask your grandpa to push him out of your room,” mother responded, nonchalantly.

“Dadu has ……. Dadu is not in his room,” the boy shouted. He was now in the kitchen.

“Where has he gone?”

“How would I know? I am not a magician.”

“Don’t pester me. Ask your papa. He must be aware. Dadu always keeps him informed. Now, let me finish my cooking.”

The boy was nervous. He knew that grandpa had vanished. Behind a closed door, he had tried all kinds of magic words but nothing had worked. The grandpa had not come back from wherever he was.

He quietly went into his room, closed the door, and took out his magic wand.

There was a knock at the door.

“Tinki, open the door.”

The boy jumped in surprise; it was his grandfather.

He quickly opened the door.

“Your Ma is saying that there is an elephant in your room. Do you mean that blue elephant I got for you? It’s just a stuffed toy.”

“How did you come back? You had vani….”

“Let it remain a secret between us. But don’t ever use that magic wand again.”

Before the boy could say anything, he was startled by a strange sound. The stuffed blue elephant was trumpeting majestically.

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A post for A to Z challenge

Today’s letter E

You may like to read my earlier post   D for Duck and Ducklings.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Duck and Ducklings

One beautiful duck had five little ducklings

They couldn’t fly but they had wings

 

Duck was hungry, into a pond she jumped

Ducklings were hungry but scared to jump

 

They waddled and waddled around the pond

They quacked and quacked looking at the mom

 

One brave duckling jumped into the water

Four on the bank screamed in horror

 

They looked fearfully from one to other

Quack, quack and they pushed each other

 

One fell in the pond and let out a cry

Others looked down but wouldn’t try

 

But a big dog came running from nowhere

Three little ducklings sprinted like a hare

 

They fell in the pond and let out a yell

Mama duck smiled, “All is well-all is well”.

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A post for A to Z challenge

Today’s letter D

You may like to read my earlier post   C for Chattering Cat

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

C for Chattering Cat

“An irrational number is a number which cannot be expressed in the form p/q where p and q are two integers and…………”

The boy had stopped listening. ‘Why can’t he explain in simple language,’ he thought.

He looked through the window pane. The playground was empty. Not even a bird was there.

Then he saw a cat.

The cat was playing with a stick. No, it wasn’t a stick. It was his magic wand that the bandicoot had stolen from him.

The boy took permission from the teacher to go to the washroom.

The teacher gave him a dirty look and nodded.

He ran towards the playground. He saw the cat. She growled at him.

“Why did you leave the class?” the cat asked. “You will never understand what irrational numbers are. Go back to your class.”

“I hate mathematics. Who gave you my magic wand? Where is that thief, that bandicoot? Give me my magic wand.”

“I hate to tell you that bandicoot was no good. Your grandfather had asked him to bring something from your home. But that rascal just wanted to get hold of this magic wand so that he could turn every cat into a butterfly. I told him that only silkworms turn into butterflies.  But he would not listen. I had to teach him a lesson. But why do you hate mathematics?”

“Stop! Not one more word about mathematics, you chatterbox,” the boy almost screamed.

“How dare you insult me! You are a foolish boy who does not even know the difference between an ordinary pencil and a magic wand. What did you do with your grandfather? Did you turn him into a flower pot? Or a white pigeon?” The cat said, pointing towards a white pigeon that had just landed near the boy.

The boy was taken aback.

“I think I will punish you. Only if I knew the magic word. What is the magic word?” asked the cat.

The boy did not tell the magic word.  

A squirrel came running. The cat dropped the magic wand and ran after the squirrel.

The boy grabbed his magic wand and ran back to the classroom.

When he reached home, he quietly peeped into the grandfather’s room.

He was not there. But he was surprised to see the chattering cat in the room; she was sleeping on the grandfather’s bed.

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A post for A to Z Challenge

Today’s letter C

You may like to read my earlier post B for Bandicoot.

 

B for Bandicoot

He had hardly switched off the light when he heard someone knocking at the door. He opened the door but there was no one outside his room.

As he was closing the door, he heard the knock again. Then he heard someone calling in a strange, squeaking voice, “I am here, at the window; please open the window.”

The boy felt slightly scared. But he opened the window. He saw a large rat standing on his hind legs, his front paws were on window-sill.

“A rat!” blurted the boy.

“Don’t insult me. I’m not a rat. I am a bandicoot. I have message from your grandfather.”

“Dadu? Where is he? He vanished….…...”

The bandicoot quickly interrupted him. “I know everything. But he is very happy wherever he is.  He wants you to send him his tooth-brush and glasses.”

“But why doesn’t he come back from wherever he is? I miss him.”

“I don’t know. If you give me the magic wand and tell me the magic word, I could try sending him back.”

The boy took out the magic wand from his school bag and gave it to the bandicoot and said, “The magic word is…...”

“You think I am a fool. It is not a magic wand. It is just an ordinary pencil,” the bandicoot glared at the boy.

“No, it is the magic wand.”

“Prove it.”

The boy touched the bandicoot with the magic wand and said the magic word, “Abracadabra!”

Nothing happened. The bandicoot laughed, “Funny, isn’t?”

There was a knock at the door.

“Don’t open the door,” cried bandicoot. Before the boy could say anything, the bandicoot snatched the magic wand and ran away.

“Stop! Thief!” the boy shouted but the bandicoot had vanished.

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A post for A to Z challenge

Today’s letter B

You may like to read my earlier post   A for Abracadabra

 

 

 

 

A for Abracadabra

“Dadu, what’s this word? I can’t even say it.”

Old man was gazing intently at a far-off tree. He slowly shifted his gaze from the tree to the young boy, his grandson. The child is as beautiful as that tree, he thought.

He looked at the word, “Abracadabra.”

“Abracadabra?” boy appeared confused. “What does it mean? Is it a magic word?”

“I think so.”

“What magic will happen if I say this word?”

“You can make any thing vanish.”

“Are you serious?”

“Of course! But you need a magic wand. The word alone won’t do any magic.”

“Magic wand?”

“Imagine this is a magic wand,” old man gave him a pencil that was on his writing desk. “Touch something with this magic wand and say the magic word. The thing will vanish.”

The boy didn’t hesitate even for a second. He touched his grandfather’s writing desk with the magic wand and said, rather seriously, “Abracadabra!”

Nothing happened. He looked at the old man. “Try again. Touch that brass lion,” grandfather said, pointing to a small brass lion kept on a counter.

The boy touched the brass lion and said, “Abracadabra!” The lion did not vanish.

The boy raised his eyes mockingly. He then touched his grandfather with the magic wand and said, Abracadabra!”

The grandfather vanished.

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A post for A-to-Z Challenge

Today’s letter A

 

  

 

 

A-to-Z Challenge

I took part in A-to-Z Challenge in 2016 and, after a long gap, in 2024. Last year I skipped again. But this year I think I will take a chance.

I have chosen no particular theme but I will try to write a few stories and poems for kids. But if I can’t write something good for children I may fall back on frivolous rambling.

I trust you will support me in this journey.