(Dedicated to a lost kitten, Telremy Found Ekor Junior)
It was seven o’clock in the evening. A scared, tiny kitten was calling for help from a dark, gloomy drain. Suddenly it saw bright lights coming from across the street.
The kitten looked out and felt that it was safe to get out from the drain. But just right after it popped its tiny head out, a car came passing by and the kitten scurried away. Again, it meowed for help.
An eighteen years old girl, named Isma heard the meow and so did her little brother Hamid. She went out, opened the gate and walked across the street towards the drain from where she heard the meow.
Isma looked inside the drain and saw a brownish tiny kitten. It was very cute with big, round eyes. The tiny kitten meowed and Isma cleverly meowed back. She tried to reach for the kitten but tiny kitten moved away. It was really scared.
Isma went back inside and Hamid came running downstairs, asking about the kitten.
“There is a cute, tiny kitten in the drain. I really hope that we could help the kitten,” answered Isma.
“What’s happening?” asked Adlin.
“Kak Isma found a lost kitten, Kak Adlin!” said Hamid to her big sister.
The next day, their father came back home from Japan. The children welcomed him and told him about the lost kitten. That evening while they were having tea, they heard a loud meow from porch. The meow got louder and louder.
“I think it’s the kitten that meowed last night!” said Adlin.
Everyone went out, searching for the kitten. But it was no where to be found. As Hamid walked pass his father’s car, he heard another meow.
“I think the kitten is under the car!” Hamid said excitedly.
Everyone looked under the car. But they could not see anything. Suddenly they heard another meow.
“Maybe it’s in the bonnet!” suggested Adlin. Their father opened the car bonnet but they could not find the kitten. But again they heard another meow.
“Isma, go inside and get some milk, may it’ll come out if it sees the milk,” suggested their father.
Isma ran inside and poured out some milk for the kitten. She placed the plate of milk under the car and they waited for the kitten to come out. Then the saw its tiny head but the next moment it scurried away.
“Oh, come on!” Hamid said in frustration.
Then suddenly the tiny kitten came out and their father quickly caught the kitten. He picked up the kitten and put it in a box. Hamid put the plate of milk inside the box and the kitten licked the milk hungrily.
After it finished the milk, the kitten jumped out of the box and ran to the house next door. The children watched the kitten running away in dismay but there was nothing that they could do to stop the kitten from running away.
“Why not we name it Telremy,” suggested Hamid.
“That is a good idea!” agreed Adlin, “Telremy is a nice name.”
The next morning as their father was going out to his office, the children saw the tiny kitten in a dustpan by the front door. It opened its eyes widely and looked at the children nervously.
Telremy was about to run away when Hamid picked it up and stroked its fur softly until the scared tiny kitten purred happily. Then Isma gave the kitten some cat food and milk and they all played with the kitten.
There was a little boy whose name was Tommy Brown. He lived in a village not far from a town.
One windy day the little boy was walking down a lane, holding a stick in his small hand. He did not know that it was a magical stick, for he found it laying on the sand. He took it home and wrote his name on it, to that mark the stick was his. Then as he was waving it around, it slip off his hand and flew towards the west.
A small blue bird was flying towards the south, to go back to its nest. Then suddenly it collided with the stick, and the poor little bird fell into a nest. It thought the nest was his, but actually it was not.
The magic stick continued its flight, and flew towards the west. Then it flew straight into a tree and got stuck in between the leaves. A big squirrel climbed up the tree, shaking the branches and the stick fell down hitting a cat. The cat attacked the stick till it flew up and caught by a red-breasted robin.
The robin flew high up in the sky, with the stick in its beak. But as it turned left, the stick slipped down towards a park. It fell onto a little boy who was playing on a swing. He looked at the stick, pick it up and started laughing. He then threw it high up and the stick flew away to the other side of the park. Some joggers saw it coming and they kicked the stick before it could land on the park.
The stick again departed on a journey, this time to a small house where lived a family of nine. It fell on the roof but the strong wind blew it up again. It landed on their car that was on the way to a ranch. The car hit a bump and the stick jumped onto a tree branch.
As it landed on the tree, a raven held its claw tightly to the branch, then moving to its nest. The black raven hit the stick and the stick fell onto a hawk that was swooping down for a lunch which was a white mice. The hawk then flew away with the stick on its back, and it took the stick high up to the sky. It flew far, far away over the farms and meadows, to search for another prey.
On a beautiful meadow, there was a farmer with his white and black cows. Then out came a rabbit, and it ran towards the cows. The hawk saw the rabbit, and it swooped to catch its prey. As the hawk jerked, the stick fell down into a big apple tree. The stick fell through the branches and down the big tree.
Down came the stick, until it hit a boy’s head. The boy looked at the stick and saw his name on it! So, the sad little boy had got his stick back. It was the stick that he accidentally let go a few days back.
The happy little boy took the stick home, waving the stick like a little wand. He could never guess how far had the stick went before it got back in his hand. Over the trees, from a village to a town, over the farms and the meadows to get back into his hand.
There was a tall man whose name was Baneet.
He looked around, wondering what to eat.
He opened the fridge but there’s nothing he could see.
He walked around the garden but saw only a bee.
He thought, “What should I have for dinner?”
“Hmm… maybe I should ask my friend, Finner.”
He walked along the street and saw a lot of apples.
There was an apple stall and there’s even a tree called Grapple.
Grapple was a huge apple tree, with lots of big, red apples.
But as he walked nearer, he could not see any ripe apple.
“What happened?” asked the hungry, confused Baneet.
Then out of nowhere, he saw a very huge plate of meat.
Only then did he realise that he was actually dreaming.
He laughed and laughed, before he was screaming.
He was lying on his hammock and was almost falling.
He looked around, wondering if he was still dreaming…