Anne and Her Little Adventure

Devina Banerjee

Anne was skipping down the grassy lawns on a bright summer morning. She lived with her parents Mr. Jimson and Mrs. Jimson in Edinburgh, Scotland. Anne was 10 years and 9 months old. It was the second week of her summer holidays and Anne was very happy. Everyday she woke up at 6 am in the morning. At 6:15 she took a bath. At 6:30 she ate breakfast. Then for the next one hour (7:00 – 8:00) she did some studying. And then for the next two hours she did her favourite thing – Weaving. After that she went outside and played in the lawns with her black dog – Bingo. Then she had lunch. After lunch she studied for another half an hour and then she did something of her own – mostly weaving again, unless she tidied up her room (twice a week) – then she had her supper at 8:00 pm, spent sometime playing with her parents and then went to bed at 9:45 pm. This was Anne’s routine. She followed it except for very rare occasions.

Today was very bright. Anne wished she could go swimming. After a while she reached a mango tree. She put the basket she was carrying onto the grass and began climbing the tree. Easily she plucked a few ripe mangoes off the tree. Then she noticed a very fat and yellow mango on the very topmost branch of the tree. She reached a place from which she could easily stretch out her hand and reach the mango. She pulled it. Then she gasped. The mango was much, much heavier than she had expected. She lost her footing and slipped. She seemed to be falling down the tree, in slow motion. She gave a yell. She felt her head hit the side of the basket. She was knocked out. She could not see or hear anything. But the next thing she saw was absolutely incredible!

She was standing in a place where everything seemed to be made out of sweets. There was a large playground made of all sorts of candies and toffees. Then Anne noticed two houses each was made with honey, toffees, chocolates, candy canes, and many other sweets. Anne remembered how Hansel and Gretel had once seen a candy house from which a witch had emerged and enslaved them, but how cleverly they had pushed the witch into an oven, stolen the key and escaped.

While she was thinking, suddenly a door opened and out of one of the cottages came out a curly red-haired, giant girl. Anne froze. Then the red-haired girl pulled something, miniscule, out of her pocket. “This moving toy hamster is absolutely marvellous!” She said to herself. Anne looked closely and saw that, there was a little struggling hamster in the giant girl’s fist. Anne loved hamsters and rabbits, and couldn’t bear to see this hamster struggling. She stepped forward bravely. “Do not hurt it! Please!” Screamed Anne on the top of her voice. The giant girl seemed to hear very faintly and cocked her head towards the sound. Then she saw Anne, many feet below and said “Yay! Now I have got a doll too.” And before Anne could do anything, the giant girl picked her up. She struggled, violently. Then Anne had an idea. She put her hand into the giant girl’s reachable left ear and tickled her. Then to Anne’s great relief the girl let go of her and the hamster a moment later. She burst into laughter. Then Anne hit the floor and was knocked out again.

When she woke up again, she found herself lying on the ground beside the mango tree. She wondered, if the visit to the candy land had all been a dream. Then a movement caught her eye, and to her delight she saw a hamster scampering along the grassy land. “Well maybe it all was true after all. But whether it was or not, I did save that hamster.” Thought Anne. Then she looked at the sky, it was getting dark. So, Anne gathered all the mangoes, got to her feet and skipped home. She was really happy about saving the hamster.

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