Booked!

I was reading a novel. The clock ticked. Half past nine. The book said page 300. The story was quite an extraordinary one. I don't have the liberty to share the story, but I can of course give you the gist.

Toby was a boy who lived in a small cottage beside the woods. He liked to watch the animals among the trees. And he liked bee-keeping. These two hobbies took up most of his time. But he had another one which he kept secret from his parents. They were not of the type who would like that habit. Reading.

Toby's family was one of the forest families that were scattered among the trees, and hardly interacted with each other. As a result he had no friends except for a squirrel, a snake and a crow. Hunting was the prime occupation of the people, and reading was an entire waste of time for them.

So what Toby did was build a secret tree house up in the trees and hide the books up there. Once in a while he would climb up, sit on a bower and get lost in a book. Sometimes he even forgot where he was and lost count of his time.

This was what happened one particular day. It was dark already. Very dark. The full moon and Toby's strong eyesight kept him going, but soon he realized he could not make out the letter anymore. He looked at the moon. Its position said it was half past nine already. The book said it was page 300.

But today he did not wish to go back home. He had the feeling he had another purpose, another job to do. Write.

He started thus:

I was reading a novel. The clock ticked. Half past nine. The book said page 300. The story was quite an extraordinary one. I don't have the liberty to share the story, but I can of course give you the gist.

Till the next time!

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