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GSB - Chapter 17 & 18 - What trap to keep? & Guessing this is the final touch!

 

What trap to keep?

 

“Samhitha, the robot has arrived. We shall take your robot as the trap. But what other traps can we keep? I’m all out of ideas…. I just can’t think! I can only think of ideas for my blog. Poems, Write ups, Stories, Blog New Year, Tamil, Oh my gosh! Only that in my mind?” I said to Samhitha. “Ok, ok. Shall we keep a Glue Drop trap? I still remember what you told about those sticky Glue Drops. We could place them on a paper ball, and leave them in front of the entrance. And a Finger Trap on our notebook, in case, everyone would dare to touch it! And the robot trap. As it dances, It would go and hit our enemies! Especially Saketh, because he hates going near robots!” Samhitha said. I liked her idea, and it was planned. Finally! But what else do we need? We felt something was missing…..

                             What could it be?

 

 

                 Guessing this is the final touch!

 

“Samhitha! It looks like we are touching the opening of GSB! But…. I think…. Something is missing! I am guessing that this is not the final touch! What do you say?” I asked Samhitha, scratching my head. “Hmm… I feel the same, Di. Not something many things!” Samhitha said.

“What? Many? I believe there Is something, but I don’t believe that there are many things! Ok, then tell me.”

“Hmm…. But only if you believe me! We need a CCTV Camera, Fancy Pencils, Homemade Pom Poms, Weapons, something like our ‘Screen – Time Gadget’ you know, and we also need a stroller for Pinie, and…..”

“Yes, that’s enough. But where can we get a CCTV Camera from? We can’t buy one, because we already have one bought, and that’s our Secret Diary, which is enough. We need to use our brains the best way to find out a way for a CCTV Camera.”

We both had a big discussion.

             What’s gonna be the CCTV Camera Idea?




 

 

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