Dear Readers, you may notice the dates of the Blog do not match the Flash Post dates which are in real time. The blog was written in 2009 and saw the light of day 6 months back when my younger daughter discovered it and decided to bring it to you here.
November 28. 2pm. “Button, I am extremely sorry about last evening.”

November 28. 2pm. “Button, I am extremely sorry about last evening.”

“Whatever for?”

“For falling asleep. Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Whose story-telling turn is it ?”


“Please continue.”

The next morning, around 9, MoJo went close to the chicken again and picked it up in her mouth. It squeaked louder this time. She dropped it once again and went and hid under the dining table. B

Rani and Mowgli went up to the toy, smelt it and moved away with smirks on their faces. Serves her right, they thought. Perhaps this will scare her a bit from harassing us throughout the day.

When Rani woke up the next morning, she found MoJo fast asleep with the chicken beside her. How was that possible, she wondered! Wasn’t it only yesterday that she was running away from that horrible looking piece of rubber! B

Mowgli ventured to pick up the toy which was still lying on MoJo’s mattress and was surprised when it was snatched out of her mouth by MoJo who started running all over the house with the chicken squeaking loudly again and again and again. She didn’t seem scared in the least! Once she got exhausted, she went to her mattress and gently laid the chicken down.

From that day onwards, the chicken became MoJo’s constant companion. From the time she ate her breakfast of bread and milk to the time when she had her lunch and dinner, MoJo would gently pick the chicken up in her mouth, lay it down wherever her food was served and only then proceed to eat. B

And every morning, between 9 and 9.30 and again, between 7 and 7.30 in the evenings, it would be play time for her and her chicken friend when she would run all over the house with the toy held firmly between her jaws, squeaking loudly till MoJo sat down tired.”

“Should we proceed tomorrow. It’s Sunday. Let’s go to bed quickly.”

“Sure. I’m dying to do just that. Goodnight.”

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