One day, at lunch-time, a large dish of pulao stood in the center of the dining-table. We entered the room to find Toto stuffing himself with rice. My grandmother screamed — and Toto threw a plate at her. One of my aunts rushed forward — and received a glass of water in the face. When Grandfather arrived, Toto picked up the dish of pulao and made his exit through a window
We found him in the branches of the jackfruit tree, the dish still in his arms. He remained there all afternoon, eating slowly through the rice, determined on finishing every grain. And then, in order to spite Grandmother, who had screamed at him, he threw the dish down from the tree, and chattered with delight when it broke into a hundred pieces.
Obviously Toto was not the sort of pet we could keep for long .Even Grandfather realized that. We were not well-to-do, and couldn't afford the frequent loss of dishes, clothes, curtains and wallpaper. So Grandfather found the Tonga-driver, and sold Toto back to him — for only three rupees.
The End...
Sukurta daugiau nei 30 milijonų siužetinių lentelių