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THE HOPPING KANGAROO

Kip was a little baby kangaroo. He was a very naughty
kangaroo and was always full of questions.
One day, Kip went to his mother and asked,
“Mama, why do I hop? Why can’t I fly or swim or slide on
my belly ?” Mama smiled and replied,“ We are kangaroos
and meant to hop like that”. But Kip was not satisfied, so
he hopped to Koala bear.
“Kimmy do you hop? ” asked Kip.
Kimmy said, “No, Kip. I don’t know how to hop. But I can
climb trees.” Then Kip asked Cedric the crocodile why he
swam. Cedric was a very wise crocodile.
He replied, “I can swim. I can’t climb trees or hop or run.
That is how it is meant to be.”
Kip realized that every creature has its own strength and
that he was also special as he could hop and nobody else
Arjun N III-A could do that. T. Pragathi
IV-G

My Sibling

“Give me back my book. Will you please?” I yelled at my sister. She’s a little girl troubling
me all the time-playing with my toys, scribbling on my books, troubling my friends, making
faces at me. Ah! It’s never-ending. It’s my mom who comes to my rescue all the time. I just
hate her. She’s a troublesome child.
There we were getting late for school while she kept jumping playfully. I grabbed the book
from her and ran away, and all I could hear was her crying and screaming. It did not bother
me at all. I was so happy that I could manage getting my book back.
The day went well at school. My victory over my little sister gave me great pleasure. When I
came home in the evening, I found my sister in her usual happy mood, jumping on the couch.
I finished studying and then we went down to play. She was playing in the park and I was
cycling. Then she started playing on the slides and swings. I left her and went to cycle, my
second lap. I completed my second lap and came towards the park. I could see her on the
ground from far away and wondered what she was up to. Even after the third lap, I saw her
lying on the ground. Apprehensive, I went close to her. I saw her crying in pain. She was hurt
while playing. I saw the wound and tears rolled down my cheek. I could not understand why I
was crying. Instead of feeling happy to see her crying, I felt sad. I did not know what was
happening to me. I was feeling miserable to see my little sister crying. Immediately, I ran to
call my mother. We took her to the doctor. The
doctor advised for a two days’ rest. My sister
could not get out of her room. The next two
days were so unusual! I found the silence in
the house really eerie. After two days all that
my mother could hear was me yelling at my
sister again.
Shreyas B G
V-G

Nivedita VI– G