There was a man named Hakim who lived in a small house by a lake named Apple Lake. On the night of his birthday, Hakim went to a nice restaurant for dinner. He had a delicious dinner and he really enjoyed the chilli bread that was served with the chicken soup.
The next day, when Hakim was baking a loaf of bread, he decided to add ten tea spoons of red-hot chilli flakes to his bread dough because he wanted a very hot chilli bread. When it was done, he took it out from the oven and the aroma of the freshly baked bread filled his kitchen as he put the hot bread on his kitchen table.
He cut a slice of the bread and popped it into his mouth. His face suddenly turned red and he ran around his kitchen searching for his apple juice. He poured it into a glass, spilling half of the juice on the floor. He drank the apple juice as fast as he could. Then he poured another glass and drank the juice until he felt better.
He looked at the bread, wondering what to do with it. He walked out of the kitchen and stumbled upon some button mushrooms in his backyard garden. He looked at the mushrooms and suddenly he got an idea. He could cook some mushroom soup so that he could eat it with the hot bread and reduce the spiciness of the bread.
He searched his cookbooks for a nice mushroom soup recipe. Then he found the one that he liked. He was so excited and he went to a grocery store to buy the ingredients for his mushroom soup.
As soon as he was back home, he prepared all the ingredients and started to cook the soup. After an hour, he put the pot full of the freshly cooked mushroom soup on the dining table and added some fresh black pepper to the soup. He poured the soup into a bowl and tasted it. It was very, very tasty with chunky pieces of tasty mushrooms floating in the soup.
Then he took out a knife and sliced the chilli bread. He dipped it into the tasty mushroom soup, but again, his face turned red. The bread was still too hot even when he ate it together with the mushroom soup. Once again, he went around searching for his apple juice.
After he felt better, he thought hard about what should he do with the bread. Then he heard the sound of cats fighting outside his house. An idea struck in his mind and he took a piece of the bread. He went out and called for the cats. He placed the small piece of bread on a white plate and the hungry cats started eating. But then they all ran away for they too could not stand the spiciness of the bread.
So Hakim went back inside, thinking of what should he do. Then his phone rang and Hakim quickly ran to answer the phone. It was his old friend from India calling. His friend was in town and Hakim asked him if he would like to come to his house for dinner. Hakim’s friend agreed and told Hakim that he would appreciate something hot and spicy for he really missed the hot and spicy Indian food.
Hakim got an idea, he would serve the hot chilli bread with some tasty soup and some tasty meat pies for dinner.
When his old Indian friend came, he could smell the delicious aroma of the chilli bread heated in the oven and the freshly cooked meat pie from the living room. Hakim served the delicious food and they started their dinner. The Indian man took a slice of the chilli bread and dipped it into his soup. He popped the bread into his mouth and Hakim looked at his friend nervously, wondering if the chilli bread was too hot for him too.
His friend loved the hot chilli bread and told Hakim that it was the tastiest bread that he had ever tasted. Hakim was so happy because his old friend really enjoyed his chilli bread and he finished the whole loaf all by himself.
Hakim told his friend about what happened to him when he ate the hot chilli bread. As the old saying goes, ‘too much of anything is bad for you’. Hakim made a conclusion that even though he loved a hotter chilli bread than the ones he ate at the restaurant, he must not add too much chili flakes to his bread because it will be too hot for him.
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.
Last summer, Martin was building a big house in a very peaceful town named Boomland for a businessman named Keith. Keith planned to sell the house once it was built.
It was a breezy Saturday and they were almost finished. Martin was on a ladder, painting the porch while singing a nice sentimental song. He was holding a paint bucket in one arm, and trying very hard not to drop it.
A week after it was ready, Keith invited Martin to visit the house. It looked so grand for it is big and it was decorate with nice furniture. There was an old fashioned pond with a tortoise in the garden with beautiful, snow white flowers around it. So, Martin decided to buy the house as it was so beautiful and he planned to grow apple trees around the house.
The next day, when Martin’s staffs, Lloyd, Peter, and Doyle visited his new house, Martin told them about a new house that Keith wanted them to build beside his house. They would start building it on Wednesday and they only had three more days to plan.
Martin said goodbye to his staffs as they left his house. Suddenly he saw a kitten walking to his house. It was a cute little black and white kitten, with beautiful, glowing green eyes.
He looked at it, wondering what should he do. He walked softly to the cat and the cat looked afraid. Martin gently stroked the cat and it purred softly as it knew that Martin was not going to cause any harm.
The kitten’s mother came by. It brushed itself against the gate, looking at Martin. Martin looked softly at the big, black female cat as it walked towards its kitten. He was wondering whether the big cat was ferocious. The big cat came to Martin, purring till Martin could feel its throat vibrating softly. Suddenly it jumped up and ran away.
Martin looked around him, wondering what had scared the big cat. He even looked at the sky but all that he could see was grey puffy clouds which meant that it was going to rain.
Then his phone rang and he answered it, “Hello”.
“Hi Martin!” said the man at the other end. It was his staff, Peter.
“Keith is calling a meeting tomorrow to discuss about the house that we’re going to build. It will be at ten o’clock in the morning.”
“I’ll be there. Thanks for the information!” answered Martin.
He clicked the little red button on his phone and he went inside. The raindrops had started to fall and the little cat had walked away. Suddenly he felt so lonely.
“So, I can’t celebrate my birthday tomorrow,” said Martin to himself in a sad voice. “Oh well, may be I could celebrate it after the meeting.”
He woke up early the next day. He remembered very well that it was his birthday. He wore a plain white shirt and a black jacket which made him look grand. He put on his black neck tie and then he went downstairs.
He took his car keys and drove to his office. He arrived there in just about five minutes. He went inside. The office was dark and he wondered if he was too early. He sat down for a moment, and then he walked to the meeting room to get things ready. He opened the door of the meeting room and saw that everything was ready for the meeting. The projector screen was set and the projector was on the table. The chairs were arranged and the curtains were opened.
He wondered aloud, “Where is everybody?”
As he walked into the meeting room, the lights were switched on and confetti started to fall.
“Happy birthday, Martin!” everyone shouted.
It was a surprise birthday party! Martin was very happy to celebrate his birthday with his friends. The projector was set to play a movie that Martin had always wanted to watch but was too busy to go to the cinema to watch it.
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A boy rode a horse across the desert with a small bag in his hand. A Sheriff rushed past the trotting horse wondering what he ate for dinner on Wednesday last weekend. Suddenly he remembered something. He turned around and ran towards the boy.
The boy saw the sheriff coming and he quickly brushed his teeth and rode towards Las Vegas. The Sheriff whistled and down came a falcon which belonged to his good friend, Mr. Black Blun. He climbed up onto the falcon and commanded Black to follow the boy to Las Vegas.
Meanwhile on the falcon, the sheriff took out a tiny bag and pulled out a toothbrush and a cute, little tube of clove flavoured toothpaste and start brushing his teeth. Black ate lemons one after another until at last, they arrived at their destination. The sheriff jumped down of the falcon with Black and the falcon flew away tearing a billboard sign.
“Oh,” said Black. “There goes my falcon. Oh well, why are we here, Sheriff?”
The Sheriff answered, “I want to meet that boy. He’s now in one of those crowds that are brushing their teeth facing a mirror while closing their eyes and lying down on the floor. They brush their teeth for an hour every week on Wednesday.”
The two men walked around the place and found four groups of people who were brushing their teeth facing a mirror while closing their eyes and lying down on the floor. The sheriff spotted the boy and he quickly ran towards him but the leader of the group who was also brushing his teeth at the time, ran towards the sheriff to offer him a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste.
Anyway, the sheriff could not understand what he was saying because he could only mumble, for his mouth was full of toothpaste. The sheriff thought he was trying to sell some tooth brushing set, so he pushed the guy away and ran towards the boy. Just as the Sheriff was about to reach the boy, everyone got up and ran towards him to where the sinks were to clean their mouth. They collided with the Sheriff and the sheriff tumbled down onto the floor.
The Sheriff got up but two men ran into him and he fell down again. As he got up again, some children who came out of nowhere came running and bumped into him. Then he got up and ran quickly without looking where he was going and he slipped over some slippery toothpaste that spilled all over the floor. He got up again and slipped over that the toothpaste again, and again, and again until the children came back running towards him. He rolled aside and ran away while the children disappeared into some sort of tent.
The Sheriff then went inside the tent to see what was happening. Then, as he was about to push away the velvet curtain at the tent’s entrance, a large motorcycle flew over his head, almost knocking it off. The Sheriff ran to the rider who looked like a Chinese man and he hugged the rider tightly till he was almost chocked.
“My brother!” the sheriff exclaimed excitedly. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you. The last time we met was when you joined the police force.”
“Hi, there, big brother!” said the sheriff’s brother with a big smile. “How have you been? It’s really nice to see you again”, continued his brother.
But the sheriff had no time to answer as at that very moment, the boy he was looking for ran in front of him. He ran after the boy and he caught the boy’s sleeves but the boy turned out to be someone else. It was the man who offered the Sheriff a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste before he was knocked down to the floor. The sheriff quickly ran away before the man could, who was still holding a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste in his hands, could say anything and bumped into another boy. It was the boy he was chasing!
The boy was holding some drumsticks and he started a parade followed by more and more people marching behind him, singing all sort of national anthems. First they sang the Uruguay’s national anthem, then Spain’s, after that they sang Germany’s national anthem, next followed by China’s, and last of all, they sang the Russian national anthem.
They sang so loudly that they did not need any microphone. The sheriff decided to join the parade so he could catch up with the boy. But trying as hard as he could, he failed to move near to the boy even after they repeated singing the national anthems six times over and over again.
Then, the sheriff decided to look for a lasso. He saw one on the floor and he took it up. He started to spin it, but as he spun it at full speed, he started to dance to the beat of a song played somewhere. Only then he found out that it was a musical lasso that will make people dance when they spin it. So he let go of the spinning lasso and went to a magic show.
He volunteered in a magic trick. In that trick, he became inflatable and flew up into the air. After enjoying flying in the air, he pressed a special button and slowly he grew smaller and smaller until he was on the ground again.
He continued searching for the boy until all of a sudden, the boy ran towards him. The boy gave him a bright brown hat with wings on it, and the wings started to flap.
The sheriff smiled happily, “Thanks, boy. This hat is awesome! I was looking for you all over the place to ask about this special hat that I ordered last week. Now here’s the money. Bye, see you later!”
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