Under the chestnut tree, I was a lazy cat with blue eyes and
black fur. I was futzed in eating the boring and useless food. My favorite time
pass was to see many people roam by. Some of them were malformed and some of
them make an attempt to deform me by throwing stones. I pay back by scratching
them. As anon as possible, a passerby becomes a mediator to stop the fight. These
fights gave me lot of nicks and bruises.
One fine day I saw an old man who had lots of humility in
him. Suddenly, he ran towards me and fetched me from my place. Then we ran
towards his house as it was announced in the news that a vortex is about to hit
us. He saved me and I became his pet. He cleaned my bruises and nicks. From
then onwards, I never got distressed. I am thankful to this man who is a great
doodler and a jester in the king’s court.
By
Aryan Vishal
