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 29. “Button, it’s your turn to take the story ahead.”

November 29. “Button, it’s your turn to take the story ahead.”

MoJo, at three and a half months of age, actually had just one playmate. A real playmate: The chicken. Mowgli was moody and played only when she was in the mood.  Rani, of-course, refused—maybe because she was a little too old and arthritic to jump around and play! B

Let’s play a prank on MoJo, Rani suggested. Let’s teach her a lesson so she doesn’t mess with us all the time. 

I’m game. Shall we hide the chicken? You can play your part by hiding it while I go down with her for a walk. B

The minute MoJo went down, Rani found the perfect opportunity. She picked up the chicken in her mouth and went and placed it on top of the window ledge where MoJo wouldn’t be able to see or reach it.

 When she came back at around 9, she began to run around the house frantically. B

Rani and Mowgli hung down their heads and kept giggling to see MoJo dash from one side of the hall  to the other. She was definitely looking for something! 

She flipped her mattress as well as the two other mattresses to see if her toy friend was there but in vain. She finally gave up, curled up on the floor, refused her toast which she simply loved and lay on her mattress with a sad expression in her droopy eyes. B

“Well continue with the story tomorrow and, maybe, even wind up. What say you, Button?”

“We can do that.”

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