R is for RAT

Dad noticed that our dog kept sniffing the stove. Remembering our domestic helper's words, mum and I closed the kitchen door and armed ourselves with brooms to prepare for...
THE RAT.

A drop of sweat dripped down Dad's forehead as he pushed the stove, and Mum and I held our breath. For a while, nothing happened as The Black Knight sniffed the area behind the stove. I stood up, to check out what was going on. Our Knight had got bored of waiting for the rat to come out, so I suppose he went outside for some fresh air. Meanwhile, the rat waited for his chance...

Out of nowhere, the rat sprung out of it's hiding place. Mum and I screamed and ran towards the kitchen door, while the crafty rat escaped in the direction of the storeroom. Mum quickly recovered to her normal senses and tried to push him with her broom towards the outside door, but it's feet were too quick and soon it was in the safety of the storeroom, full of boxes, coconuts, junk and unwanted items. The rat gave me a real scare, and I screamed my guts out. Dad told me to "shh!" because the neighbors would think that a murderer had come or something. Sure enough, I saw the neighbors peep at our house from their balconies while Mum and Dad tried to find the rat amongst all the rubble. They cleaned out most of it, and found out how the rat came into our house in the first place, a broken window. I couldn't believe that a rat could be in our clean well kept house! I took the broom and swept away it's house or nest more like.

Snoozy, who will have nightmares of rats tonight!

S is for Snow White and the poisoned cutlets

We have a new domestic helper now. She is old and kind...or so she seems. But really, I think she could be a witch in disguise. Especially after...
THE POISONED CUTLETS.

"Pingi!" yelled the domestic helper. My dog's name is Dinky not Pingi, I felt like saying. Instead I just kept silent, and helped myself to one of the chocolate chip cookies.
"Baba, today I'll make cutlets for you," she said. YESSS! I think my delight showed on my face, because she laughed. My bro and I say that she doesn't laugh, she cackles like an evil witch, which is the truth!
The domestic helper is really talkative. When we're like chatting on fb, she comes and talks to us about her daughter's friends, her neighbors etc. Today she told us that the day before she had seen a rat creeping into our house. Our house? No way, i thought. It was way too clean to have rats.

"Ugh, what are these?" I asked my mum as soon as I got back from class.
"Cutlets," she answered.
"Well they certainly don't look like cutlets!" I said, trying one. Eww, it tastes as bad as it looks, i thought.

Dinky enjoyed his Dinner that night, none of us would eat the cutlets so he ate some. Fortunately, nothing happened to him, but I had a bad stomach...

Dear Mr. Rat

Dear Mr. Rat,

I am afraid I had to destroy your residence behind the stove. This is due to the fact that your sudden appearance tonight caused harmful affects to my health. I have to admit, your Karate moves are impressive. Unfortunately, my best friend, The Black Knight, will have you for his next meal if you do not evacuate the premises in one week.
Sincerely,
Your neighbor,
Snoozy

The Prize Giving - A night to remember

"Excuse me miss, but what should we do with our badges?" I asked my maths teacher who was draped a peach saree. She pinned my badge on my shirt. This number was the order in which we were seated and when our prizes were distributed. This was my first prize giving, and I had missed the rehearsal too. I inquired where we would be staying.

"Stay with us," she said laughing.

I was very confused about her good mood, and to my relief, realized that my physics teacher, who looked very pretty, was next to her. I gave my physics teacher a bewildered look. My physics teacher, came to the rescue by telling me that I had to go inside and find my seat. A girl from another class helped me, but i could easily locate it myself once i saw the familiar landmark of the two crazy guys in our grade. Once i found out who I was sitting next to, i whispered

"Oh, no!" as i sank into my seat, but grinned all the same. I was going to enjoy the night. The prize giving was an opportunity to meet old friends, as well as old foes. One of my classmates in grade five waved at me, but I only smiled politely to her, remembering her malice, all those years ago. I was checking the time on my watch, when a guy stepped on my foot as he past. Once I recognized him, I had a strange feeling that it was deliberate. I was glad that he left our school. Another guy who i knew, one of my friends, approached us with a handbag.

"My mothers'," he muttered as he saw the looks on our faces. Whoever arranged the seating was very strange. I had two guys sitting on either side of me, and the world's greatest nerd-flirt(my own vocabulary for someone who is a nerd and a flirt) sitting only a couple of seats away. I swapped seats with the person next to me so that he and his friend could have a talk. However, his friend was so nervous that he didn't talk for the whole prize giving. He wasn't the only one. The prize giving wasted one hour on welcome dances, and those boring old welcome speeches. One point that the lady who compeered attracted my attention : "Parents are not permitted to leave once the prize giving has started. Please be seated ladies and gentlemen,". Our prizes were distributed only one after that. I didn't stuff up like I normally do, which set me in a good mood. Dad gave me a hug, and we made our way back to where mum was sitting. We planned to get back home as soon as possible, so that we could be with my brother, who was not well. Unfortunately, what the lady had said was correct. The prefects guarded the door like a pack of dogs guarding their master's house. They said that it was not possible for us to go early without giving them the badge. Luckily, my smart dad had a plan.

"Badge?" he said in a confused voice, making his way through the prefects. He's an awesome actor. Dad's always encouraged us to go for drama, and now I understand why.

"The badge on the certificate," said a helpful parent, trying to explain.

Dad turned the certificate the other way around, saying "where's this badge?", buying his time. Mum was pushing me past the pillars of prefects. One grabbed my hand, trying to pull me back - this felt really awkward since it was a guy. Soon we were free. But the prefects tailed us. The badge was a way of finding our names, and the people who went home early.

"Uncle here," said one prefect, pointing to the badge.

"I'm not giving you the badge!" came the impatient reply.

"Why can't we leave?" It continued.

"Sir, uncle we can't let you go if you don't give us the badge," the prefect said.

"Uncle, the principal told us to..." said another.

"If the principal wants to say something, tell him to come and meet me," yelled Dad, losing his patience.

We pushed our way past them, back to our car. Mean while, an angry swarm of parents exited while the prefects came after us.

The prefects got some pretty rude words from the parents.

It's getting late, I'd better do what I do best - Sleeping.

Nighty-night!

- Snoozy