They call me
Gundarani these days.
Anybody who dares to tell me NO or stop me from doing
what I want , beware! I will slap you, bite you, push you or worse scream my
special banshee screech into your ears. Grown up men tremble at the thought of
my banshee screech.
I don’t understand
why I have to listen to people and be all goody goody. Sorry, I don’t believe in
that. it’s a different matter altogether that I can act Miss Goody Two Shoes
when the need arises ( mainly with outsiders). I belive it’s a good skill to
have. For those who underestimate me, its at their own risk.
Yes, I love cakes. Don’t
get it why she keeps on making them and then forbids me from having more than
one piece. Aren’t they meant to be eaten? If she can eat two three pieces at
one go, then why cant I?
Cocoa? I love that
silly dog. My favourite place in the whole world is to sit on her tummy. It’s so
soft and cuddly wuddly. I don’t think she likes it much. Cocoa, that is. But its
okay. If I can share my biscuits with her, then she can share her tummy with
me. Tit for tat.
Mowgli? He does not
allow me to play with his cars and starts crying every time I run away with
one. He has yet to understand that I like the running away part mpre than the car. Am
just making his life fun... If it were not for me, he would spend his entire
lifetime arranging things. Cars today.. what not tomorrow.
And those crazy parents of
mine? Golliwogs they are… Well, I'm kinda liking them too.... This crazy family of mine!
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