This time you have a funny little story called the tricky clock.Read through, laugh aloud and let me know if you agree with what naughty Bunty did.Go on--have fun!
Bunty stayed home one day, pretending to be sick.Much to his dislike his mother gave him a high dose of bitter medicine and putting him to sleep, went out shopping.
But no sooner she was gone, Bunty sprang out of the bed and rushed to the forbidden attic where he decided to spend the next couple of hours fishing out scraps and junk from old trunks and boxes.Out flew broken saucers and jugs, tins and spoons, pieces of wood and china but hey! What was that hidden in the bottom corner of the chest?
It was an old time piece which was still working—tick-tock-tick-tock.
“Lovely!” Bunty exclaimed in excitement as he pocketed the clock and climbed down the attic.I shall not tell about this to Mom, he decided.”She is sure to hand it over to the junk collector.”
But little did Bunty know that it was a Tricky Clock which made it’s owner invisible everytime it struck twelve.It was just 11.30 when he got down from the attic and proceeded to invade the kitchen.He wanted to gobble as much as possible before his mother returned back.He began eating and drinking his fill and then suddenly he began hearing voices in the living room.
“Probably mom was back with one of her friends.”he decided quickly swallowing the last bite and tiptoed silently towards the living room.But to his shock he found instead two strange men, huge and burly with bags over their shoulders.“Burglars!” Bunty told himself getting scared.”I should somehow slip out and raise an alarm.”but as he attempted to escape from the spot, he accidently slipped over the dining chair and went rolling over straight to where the burglars stood in action.
Little did Bunty realize that the very moment the tricky clock inside his pocket had struck twelve and he had become invisible.The burglars could see only the chair rolling towards them and it was their turn to get startled.
“Did you see that?” asked one of them to the other.
“Yes, but who could have pushed the chair ?”
“I see nobody, hello, is there anyone inside?”
Now Bunty began to realize there was something funny going on.He was standing right infront of the thieves and they were not able to see him.Probably he had become invisible by some magic just like one of the movie heroes he had seen recently and now he could do whatever he liked to.
Bunty got into a playful mood.He slapped the men one by one and as they swirled and twirled like a top, he began throwing plates and saucepans next.The burglars were so frightened , they flung their bags were about to run for their lives, just when Bunty got a rope and tied them instead into one rolling bundle.
He then sealed their mouths with an adhesive tape and pasted a sticker over their fore-head which read ‘We are burglars.Please call the Police.’
Bunty then jumped out of the open window, climbed his bicycle and went riding down the lane.People on the road rubbed their eyes in disbelief when they spotted the cycle moving all by itself.
“Am I seeing things?” Mrs. Pinto gasped, letting go of her fruit basket.“I fear, we are getting possessed.” Mrs. Bhendi replied and the two plump ladies fell dump to the ground.
Bunty was having all the fun as he zoomed down the lane ringing the bell continuously.Next he stopped by his school and drifted to his classroom. Standing over the diaz was the most boring teacher, Mr. Borde, forcing the kids to sing as usual.
“Listen carefully as to how I modulate the pitch” he yelled.”Now repeat after me….
‘Old Macdonald had a farm
Yeeya Yeeya Yo…..
And on that farm he had some ducks
This was when Bunty decided to cheer up the drooling class.He climbed on to a stool next to his singing master and held his nostrils tight.
And all that emerged out of Borde’s voice was just a lengthy shrill “Yeee….yeee…..yeee………..”
The entire class went into giggles.The teacher snorted in anger.
“What the hell was happening to him?” He cleared his throat and resumed and once again Bunty held his nostrils tight and this time it was just a “Ol…..Maaee…maaaaeee….maaaaaeeee………..…..”
The students broke into peals of laughter and as the startled master walked out of the classroom in a huff, Bunty followed him outside and rang the school bell.The entire school came running out.
Having created a chaos at school, the naughty boy decided to return back to check on the housebreakers. By then his mother was home already and got the shock of her life to be welcomed by bungled up burglars.She instantly called the police who had just one sensible question to ask.
“If you were out all the time, then who bound the burglars neatly like a bunch of bananas?”
“Could it be Bunty? the puzzled lady looked skeptical.”But then the lad is been sick since morning and fast asleep by now.
“Hmm…We see…Lead us to him !” The police ordered .
Bunty quickly rushed back to his room and cuddled himself beneath the blanket, praying franctically to becoming visible once again.Lucky for him, the clock inside his pocket struck one just when his mother drew aside the quilt to expose her poor, ailing boy.
“What’s the matter Mom? And why are the police here?” Bunty acted innocent .
“Nothing my dear, you don’t worry.” And mother kissed his forehead and pushed everybody out of the room with a wound up grunt.
Bunty couldn’t help giggling but then he wondered as to what made him invisible in the first place and and then visible all of a sudden?
Could it have been something he had eaten from his mother’s kitchen that morning?
Or something that he drank –did it have a magic potion?
Or…or…could it have been the old clock that he discovered in the attic?
The more he thought about it, the more Bunty became sure of his assumption.He brought out the clock from his pocket and touched it affectionately.
So, that was it. His magic little tricky clock.!
His eyes twinkled and he waited impatiently for it to strike twelve once again!
