because people speak English
James’ Birthday present.
Today was James’ birthday; James was 8 years old right now some he would turn into 9 today. As same as his routine activity, he woke up at 5 am and he prepared everything for his school. James knew today was his birthday; he was on on cloud nine. Then, James asked to his mama, “Mama, today is my birthday, I am 9 years old soon. Will you give me a present?” Mrs. Sally giggled, she just took James’ uniform and said in short saying, “Wear it, we will talk it later.” “Uhh Mam, I want to a birthday present, like a cake, some lollipops, some toy cars, would you give me?”. Again, Mrs. Sally just smiled without saying anything. It made James curious, and he was just glum. Mrs. Sally knew his son was upset, so she said something to cheer up James, “ I would give you all if you could to something.”
“What is that Mam? I am already to accept your challenge?” James laughed loudly.
“You are quite brave my dear, I will require you something. If you could get a perfect score for your test, I will eat my hat,” Mrs Sally explained her statement in detail.
“1OO? Okay, deal mam,” James cheered up and kissed her cheeks before he attended his school.
“Sure, be nice student at school, okay? Give me five!” Mrs Sally encouraged James.
A GOLDEN BOY
By Dimas Prasetyo
Winter season came earlier; it was wrong prediction from the weather forecast station. Snow began falling and they covered any place. On the tree, along the road, on the roof, every part is white. Dead of winter is a bad season during this year. Jack, a boy was 7 years old, just sitting near window and he just could look around from window. Nothing to do something, Jack could only daydream “Pure as the driven snow, huh. Why God must give us snow! I am bored at home,” Jack complained.
When he grumbled about snow, his mother approached him. Mrs. Ana brought a warm soup to his son, “My dear, come here, I cook a luscious soup, do you want it?”. “What is kind of soup which you cooked mom?” , Jack asked. Mrs Ana just smiled, she took a spoon near dining room,” A mushroom soup my dear, this is a healthy soup, this was As easy as duck soup to make your body grows well.”
Patiently, Mrs Ana fed Jack, Jack really enjoyed at that moment. The situation change into lovely atmosphere and As warm as toast in this winter. Jack looked at his mam eyes, full with affection then he hugged his mother, ”Mam, I love you” Mrs Ana also hugged him Hand in glove .
A few minutes later, Jack had eaten all his soup. Mrs Ana lapped her son as looked at the snow outside. Again, Jack asked…Continue
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The story of Prince Ali (with fruit idioms and egg)
Once upon a time, in a utopian kingdom lived a famous king. His name was Baba, Baba was a “The apple of one’s eye “so many people respected him much. Else, he really liked to help many people surrounding him. He also had a prince, named Ali, as like as” The apple never falls far from the tree”, Ali was also like his father much. One day, an old poor man came to his kingdom, an old man with a stick walked toward the gate. Soon, some guardians stopped him, “What are you doing here, man? Go away from here,” a guardian scolded him rudely. At the same moment, Ali just walked around his kingdom and he heard his guardian scolded someone outside. Ali decided to walk toward the gate. A few minutes later, he arrived at the gate and he encountered with an old man with his guardian which scolded an old man twice.
Prince Ali chewed out his guardian, “Can you treat an old man politely? Do not you respect an elder!.” The guardian was ashamed at that time, “I apologize my majesty” the guardian answered. Prince Ali advised his guardian twice, “we live together here in good condition, please do not “To be a bad apple.” Be aware with our deed to other.” The old man smiled at him, and he said,” long live for Prince Ali, you are really great future king as same as your father! You are “a peach “. Ali replied his smile, “What do you need sir?, may I help you?”.…Continue
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I am the embodiment of “madness” and “hollow”
I am “dead” yet “alive”
I am “ugly “and I am “vengeful”
With “monstrous” body, I am “detested” by many
Even the heart of gold, will never “please” the “oblivious”
WHO AM I?