“Ladies and Gentlemen this is the ‘Time Continuum’; a magnificent breakthrough in the field of science, math and technology” proudly exclaimed Professor Iknowall to the inquisitive under-graduate students troupe.
“What’s so great about it?” questioned Paul with indifference.
“Spinning the dial in either direction facilitates you to experience infancy and senility alternatively”.
“He is bluffing”, quipped Paul releasing a huge snort.
“Why don’t you step forward and test it yourself?”.
Incredulously, Paul spun the dial clockwise and was flabbergasted at everyone’s wrinkled skin and grey-haired scalps. Vigorously, he spun it counter clockwise, that made everybody crawl around in soiled diapers.
“I am sorry, John. I don’t love you anymore. We are done. I am breaking up with you” Emily’s text read. John was heartbroken. He frantically moved his fingers on the keypad and typed: “Why Emily? Please tell me the reason”. “I cannot imagine my life without you”.
He stared at her last texts with tear-welled eyes. His fingers fumbled into his coat pocket and fetched the gorgeous diamond ring. He stood dejected pondering over his fate, when a shriek in despair, caught his ears.
“For the thousandth time, I am asking you: Where is your homework”? demanded enraged teacher Sally.
“For the thousandth time, I promise you, it wasn’t me. My canine Brownie ate my homework. He chewed it up into thousands of pieces.” responded little Tom innocently.
Sally had enough of this crap already. She hated going back and forth into deadlock with this mischievous boy. Throwing up her hands in exasperation, she bellowed:
“Firstly, you are not punctual to your classes. Secondly, you don’t submit your homework on time. Thirdly, you lie through your teeth?. I give up. I need to see your parents tomorrow”.
Little Tom was disappointed. With heavy heart, he went home and conveyed his teacher’s request to his parents, who agreed to adhere to it halfheartedly.
Next morning when Sally informed his parents about the “dog eating my homework” fable, they were flabbergasted. When Tom returned home, his mom sternly asked him to own up his lies, but, he continued to be defensive “Mom, Brownie did eat my homework”. She was furious. “Look at Brownie’s puppy eyes”, she said.
Ignoring the altercation, Brownie stealthily reached Tom’s schoolbag to grab his next prey – Science homework book.
It was the annual Cereal bowl – Oatmeal vs Grits. Strawberry, blueberry, almonds, legumes and honey on Oatmeal’s team; corn, cheese, bacon, green onion and poached egg on Grit’s team. Milk was undecided about his team. The clock was ticking, team buses were leaving. He skimmed all the way to the Oatmeal bus.
“These five are making my life a living hell”, exclaimed the enraged principal Rachel, adjusting the bi-spectacles around her eyes, as she studied each of the boys thoroughly from head to toe – Andy’s black eye, Brian’s broken tooth, Chris’ bruised face, Daymond’s agony and Eric’s limp.
“Another brawl” reported Ms Eva.
“Suspend them” said Rachel.
“I have a better plan. How about a team-building activity”? asked Eva, whispering her plan into Rachel’s ears, who nodded affirmatively.
Sunday morning, during their Lowe’s shopping trip, they bought some red paint cans and brushes and headed to the park, where sat an unattractive bench amidst the trees and a jogging trail. She instructed the reluctant boys to commence their job. After two hours of fatigue, frustration, hard work and several brush strokes, the result was marvelous.
“See, you all can create beautiful things when united”, she triumphantly remarked, adoring the beautiful red bench.
She swam from left to right, and vice versa, with deep anger, agitation and frustration. She saw a gigantic fish take a leap in the ocean. “Wish I was there”, she thought. “Splash!” fell a net in the ocean.