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‘Oh, mom, I can’t find it anywhere! Mrs Jaya is going to scold me today!’

‘Well, it’s time to leave. Your bus is here already. I’m also getting late for
office,’ said mother smiling to herself. She knew Mrs Jaya would take care of
the rest.

Later in the class Mrs Jaya asked the pupils to take out their English
notebooks. She handed out the question paper and ordered them to answer
the questions. While the other children were busy preparing to write, Harish
sat staring ahead with tears in his eyes.

‘Harish, where is your notebook? Why aren’t you writing the answers?’

‘Ma’am, I have lost my notebook.’

‘Oh, really! I am not surprised. In fact, last night I had a dream. Many books
were shouting and complaining about the cruel little children who hurt
them. They had decided to hide themselves from the little villains. I think
my dream is coming true. Harish, how would you like it if someone pulled
your nose, hands, ears or legs? Wouldn’t it hurt? Your books feel the same

when you tear them.’

Harish thought for a few moments. His mother, father and grandparents
were always angry with him for this single bad habit of his. He said crying,

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