Happy (Part-2)

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It climbed Moin's house. Moin came panting.

'This thing dropped from the sky,' he mumbled, 'and he broke into my house? Come back!'

When he climbed up, he found the little thing sitting on a chair.

'What's your name?' he asked.

But it didn't respond, but tilted its head towards him.

'I don't know what language you understand, but' Moin said, 'are you lost?'

He pointed at it and tried to look in every direction, which symbolised that something or someone is lost.

'My name's Happy,' it spoke, 'I am not lost. I like your house.'

'Oh!' Moin exclaimed. 'So, you can speak my language, right?'

Happy tilted his head, which Moin translated as 'yes'.

'Are you some kind of angel?' He asked.

'Of course not!' Happy replied. 'I am here to find friends.'

'So,' Moin asked, 'don't you have friends?'

'No,' Happy said, looking at his feet, 'on my planet, I didn't find any friend. Every time I tried to help them to win their hearts, I made mistakes. And they scolded me. So, I traveled to Earth in the hope of finding friends.'

Moin too had no friends. So, he understood Happy's condition.

'Will you be my friend?' Happy made a cute face.

'Sure!' Moin smiled. 'I am Moin. Friends?'

Happy observed Moin's hand extended towards him.

'How to become friends?' Happy asked, looking at Moin.

'Shake hands with me and we'll be friends!' Moin smiled.

Happy shook hands with him.

'Are we friends, now?' he asked.

'Sure!' Moin said.

'Yay!' Happy exclaimed.

Moin's flower pot trembled. He attended it to examine what was happening. Happy followed.

A plantlet sprouted from the mud. Moin was puzzled.

'I haven't planted any seed here,' Moin said, 'how is that possible?'

Happy said, 'whenever I become happy, a plantlet sprouts near any soil. It's a blessing my grandpa gifted me.'

'Really?' Moin gaped at Happy. 'Wow!'

'Do you know anyone here?' Happy asked.

'No,' he said, 'I live in this forest. The forest's my home.'

'Oh great!' Happy clapped. 'Let's go!'

'Where?' Moin halted.

'To the forest.' he replied.

'No,' Moin said, 'it's dangerous out there. The forest is full of wild things.'

'Don't worry,' Happy said standing beside him, 'I have a way with animals.'

'Okay!' he was stunned by his boldness.

And they went deep into the forest.

After a long walk, Happy spots something in the bush.

'What's that, Moin?' he asked.

'You wait here.' Moin said, advancing towards the bush.

(To be Continued...)

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