Doodoo climbed up on to one of the largest branches sprouting out of the trunk of an old gum tree in Imtiazatown. The citizens payed attention sitting on the fresh green grass while she stared at the Mayor's glinting crown. After having one of the most severely sober meetings with responsibility, she had grasped upon the fact that she needed to change and attain stability.
Doodoo could climb without ever fearing that she will fall and break her head on the spot. Although, she always knew that falling is a possibility a micron away from not. She will climb and may as well fall, she will climb again hoping some day she will walk tall. Doodoo fell countlessly all the time. She broke her head, broke her nose, broke her tail and broke her toes; she was pushed a couple of times too, but the most that she could do was attempt to move on without turning behind.
She hung from the branch, swinging, when the giant Mayor tail pointed to her face. She was chosen to perform the ritual in order to ace. She was new in the race as many were, and wanted to perform before the Mayor. Her fellow citizens would analyze her too, and correct her where she faltered and missed out on things in her usual hasty hullabaloo. She leaped and hopped in front of the mehfill, and straightened up to taste the adventure without being skilled.
Since the ritual is meant to be performed in twos, she was given a partner who was a friend she let loose. She gasped and sighed, though her chimpanzee ears errect and smiled with her bright puny eyes. The ritual began and she forgot her part, but the mehfill guided her for they are smart. Her partner was to climb on to her head gracefully and sing; Doodoo would then play the violin.
But her chimpanzee fur was ripped, her eyes were poked, her neck scratched.
The song was never completed and her partner fell upon Doodoo, the poor little brat.
Doodoo could climb without ever fearing that she will fall and break her head on the spot. Although, she always knew that falling is a possibility a micron away from not. She will climb and may as well fall, she will climb again hoping some day she will walk tall. Doodoo fell countlessly all the time. She broke her head, broke her nose, broke her tail and broke her toes; she was pushed a couple of times too, but the most that she could do was attempt to move on without turning behind.
She hung from the branch, swinging, when the giant Mayor tail pointed to her face. She was chosen to perform the ritual in order to ace. She was new in the race as many were, and wanted to perform before the Mayor. Her fellow citizens would analyze her too, and correct her where she faltered and missed out on things in her usual hasty hullabaloo. She leaped and hopped in front of the mehfill, and straightened up to taste the adventure without being skilled.
Since the ritual is meant to be performed in twos, she was given a partner who was a friend she let loose. She gasped and sighed, though her chimpanzee ears errect and smiled with her bright puny eyes. The ritual began and she forgot her part, but the mehfill guided her for they are smart. Her partner was to climb on to her head gracefully and sing; Doodoo would then play the violin.
But her chimpanzee fur was ripped, her eyes were poked, her neck scratched.
The song was never completed and her partner fell upon Doodoo, the poor little brat.
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