The story so far
Rohit and his gang have already played two tricks on us,” said Maya. “It’s time to get back at them.”
“I agree,” said Anjalie, “but we need to find a good one.” They were sitting in Maya’s room and they could hear the boys playing some loud, boisterous game in the garden.
“It’s starting to rain,” said Maya.
“Oh no! Not again! It’s been raining the whole week,” said Anjalie. Let’s do something that will make the boys get wet in the rain…” suggested Maya.
“They would enjoy themselves thoroughly and we would get into trouble for that!” said Anjalie. “We need to find something for them to do indoors… something that involves hard work!” They giggled at the thought.
Continuation
”I know!” cried Maya excitedly.
“What is it?” asked Anjalie, still giggling at the thought of seeing the boys work hard.
“Muddy feet,” replied Maya.
“Muddy feet? What do you mean, sis?” asked Anjalie, now sounding confused.
“Ah, Anjalie, you’re so naive! They are playing in the garden. And everybody loves surprises, don’t they?’
“Oooh! So cool, Maya!’ said Anjalie, amazed at the idea.
And with that, the girls began working on a set of clues that would ultimately lead the boys to the kitchen, with their muddy feet.
Then, they went around the whole house, pasting clues everywhere. The first clue was positioned in a dry spot in the garden, which the boys were undoubtedly bound to see. And they did.
One by one, the clues began disappearing from their spots and multiple sets of muddy footprints began appearing on the freshly polished floor. When the boys finally reached the kitchen, they found Rohith’s mother waiting for them, with about a big stick in her hand.
“So?” she asked impatiently.
“So what?” retorted Rohit indignantly.
“Polish the floor,” she shouted, clearly unable to control her temper. When she had finished thrusting a mop into each boy’s hand, there were still two mops left.
“Hey girls, come here,” she yelled.
Soon enough, the girls came, panic-stricken and wondering if their mother had found out about the trick they had played on their elder brother.
“Here,” she said as she handed each of the girls a broom. “Go and help the boys clean the floor,” she said, narrowing her eyes at the girls’ hesitant faces. The girls muttered under their breath as they went to help the boys. Their plan had backfired!
A. Akash, VIII B, S.B.O.A. School & Junior College, Chennai
