Once there was a little girl named Neema. She used to livewith her family in Chakrata, a small village in the hills of Uttarakhand. Her mother was a farmer in the neighbouring village and her father was a shepherd. He used to take all the sheepfor grazing every 10‘oclock in the morning.
One day her father noticed that the sheers which he had been using were broken. He told Neema that he has to go the neighbouring town to bring some equipment and that he would be back in two days, so she has to take the sheep for grazing. Neema did as her father told her.
She took all the sheep for grazing. While all of them were munching on the green grass, Neema rested below a tree. When she woke up, she saw that it was almost 3’oclock! She hurried up and gathered all the sheep and started counting them. She noticed that two of them were missing!
For a better view, she climbed on the tree and started looking around. She saw them on the neighbouring hill. Neema put all the sheep in a fence and quickly started running to the other hill. As she reached the other hill, she caught both of them and attached a rope to their neck-strap, held the other end and started making her way to the other hill where all the sheep were.
Amoment later, she heard a sweet sound coming from the other side of the hill. She liked the melody, so she tied the rope to a tree and started following that sound.
Suddenly, Neema found herself sloshing through a fog and what she found was a place where there were uncountable flowers of various types. Later on, as she was jumping through flowers, she took a big leap and fell into the mouth of a big red flower. As she freed herself from that flower, she suddenly started feeling dizzy and she fell on the ground unconscious.
When she woke up she found herself on a bed which was made of leaves. She had a wet napkin on her fore-head and she saw something being cooked on stove. Suddenly, Neema saw a tall figure coming through the wooden door. When she looked a little harder, she realized that it was a TREE!
Neema was amazed by what she saw. The tree asked her if she was okay. She nodded. The tree took the pot from the stove and poured some soup out of it. The tree said that he had rescued her from that flower which squirted out some spores which makes people go to sleep. Neema drank the tasty soup and felt rejuvenated. She thanked the tree and hurriedly started running back towards the hill, where all the sheep had been kept, with the two sheep. Neema asked the tree to join her.He agreed.
The tree told her that she should not tell anyone about this secret place or else man would destroy it all. Neema promised that she wouldn’t tell anyone about it. As she reached the hill she was shocked! All the sheep had broken out of the fence and were roaming all around the hill.
Just then the tree, grew a stick out of his hand and then poked holes through it and turned it into a flute. He blew the flute and a sweet music came out and itattracted all the sheep and they started listening intently. The sheep approached one by one and they made it to the farm house. Neema was amazed as she realized it was the tree who had been making music after all.
Just then she saw her father coming up the hill. She was so happy as she had so much to share with him. She told her father that she wanted to introduce someone to him. She looked behind but she saw that the tree had just disappeared. The only thing that she could see was the flute made by the Musical Tree lying on the grass.
1 comment:
Good imagination.Keep it up.
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