# Magical Backpack #
Seriously? Magical Backpack?
Yes, Mom! It must be. My new bag is a magical backpack. There is no other logical reason for it.
There is, Max. There is one. It starts something like this. "Sorry Mom. I lost it!"
Mom! No. I didn't lose it. I double checked it after I put it back in the bag. In this compartment!. Look!
Max! I don't have time for this. I have enough headaches for the day.
(With a sad voice), Trust me, Mom! I can explain.
Ok Ok. I'm listening. Tell me what happened.
So, After the drawing hour, everyone was in a hurry getting ready for the play hour.
Okayyyy.
They were throwing their stuffs in bags hurriedly and started running to the ground.
Oh! Now, I can imagine what must have happened.
NO Mom! It's not what you think. Coz, I was very calm! You always told me take care of my belongings! So, I placed all the colour pencils back on the box, closed the lid, placed it carefully in the bag and zipped it.
Did you close the Zip?
Yes. I even double checked it.
Then, that must have happened.
What?
Flying! It should have flown away the moment
you placed it the bag! I can understand Max, you couldn't have known it!
(Crying) Mommy! You are making it up. How could the pencils fly? You are making fun of me!
Ok Ok, Max. Don't cry. It's good to know that you don't believe in the flying pencils. So, I believe you!
Really? Do you also think I have the magic backpack?
YES. Of course. There is no other way!
Thanks, Mom! I'm going to play.
One sec, who is sitting next to you in class, Max?
Bob! Why are you asking, Mom?
No worries. Go and play, Max. Take good care of your magical backpack!
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Mommmmmmmmmmmyyyyy!
Yes, Bob! Why are you shoutinggggggg?
Mom!, My bag has spawned a brand new set of colour pencils. My backpack is magicalllllllllll!
YOU ARE READING
FICTOBER '24
Historia CortaI'll try to write a short story a day (or combining prompts for multiple days :P) for the official prompts of Inktober 2024. Let's hope I write atleast a few :)
