Creative Scribbles

 As they advanced towards the bush, they found a rabbit munching on his breakfast. 'That's a rabbit.' Moin said. 'It is so beautiful!' Happy jumped up. 'Shh!' Moin hushed. 'You are making much noise.' 'Oops!' he said. The rabbit chewed the last bite of his breakfast and burped. Happy gave a pleasing look to Moin. A plantlet appeared near the rabbit's tail. The rabbit's yawn had a special place in Moin's heart. Suddenly, the rabbit's ears pricked up. He started running from a particular direction. 'It's the hunters.' Moin warned. 'Come with me, Happy.' 'Okay.' Happy followed. After reaching home, Moin climbed the roof and spread some branches all over the treehouse. 'Who are they?' Happy asked struggling to sit on chair. 'Hunters!' he replied. 'They kill animals and sell their body parts.' 'They kill animals?' Happy's worried look worried Moin. 'Don't worry...

Hola! How are you? Are you wondering who I am? Well, I won't tell. I leave it to you. It all begun one cloudy morning. It was the beginning of monsoon. I was going home. On the way, I saw a sparrow sitting in the middle of the road. I wondered why it couldn't fly. He was flapping his wings, but it didn't help. I immediately picked him up and searched for another person. And then my eyes fell on a shop. I hurried there and placed the sparrow on a chair. On close examination, I found out that a thorn had pierced his right claw. “Excuse me!” I called. “Is someone there?” “Yes!” a sweet voice echoed through the silent air. “How may I help you, sir?” “The sparrow's injured,” I spoke breathlessly, “bring me a nail-cutter. Hurry!” I had no time to look at the respondent. The sparrow's critical condition caught my heart, eye and mind. “Here,” she replied, “sir.” I slowly brought it closer to his claw, and then quietly removed the thorn. Thank goodness, the...