ha ha ... here's a short essay on how forgetful Aunt Mary was with her cat Tom - enjoy ~
After a hearty lunch, Aunt Mary was on tenterhooks. She was seated
in her living room packing the balls of yearn into her leather box. She had made an appointment with her friend
and she was late!
Unexpectedly,
Aunt Mary felt a sharp pang of pain
coming from her tummy. Aunt Mary left the box open and rushed to the toilet. Aunt
Mary’s cat, Tom, had never seen such vivid
colours of yarn. Tom jumped into the box with sheer delight to explore further. The balls of yarn
around him felt soft against his body. Tom snuggled
comfortably onto the yarn and soon was in deep slumber.
When
Aunt Mary came out from the toilet, she shot
a quick glance at the clock. Aunt Mary was very late this time! Closing
the box, she left her home hastily in the direction of her friend’s house.
The sun sank down in the sky of
brilliant rose-pink and orange as Aunt Mary returned home. Just as Aunt
Mary stepped into her house, she was appalled
by a rude awakening. She called out to her favourite cat anxiously, “Tom,
I’m home. Where are you?” Panic-stricken, she searched for
her cat. Unfortunately, there was no sign of Tom. She was about to give up
searching when she stumbled upon the leather box in the living room moving back
and forth. Without hesitation,
Aunt Mary opened the box.
Aunt Mary heaved a sigh of relief when she saw two familiar eyes
looking in her direction. As she coaxed Tom out of the box, she muttered to
herself, “How careless I have been?” She thought that she should have checked
if Tom was alright before leaving the house as well.
I have been reprimanded by my dad for being rather forgetful - he always nags at me, saying "blah blah blah, why are you so young and yet so forgetful, blah blah blah ... " ;-P
C ya~
Elijah WeeC ya~
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