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Books VS Television - The Results are In!!

 This fight, of book and Television is going to last for eternal days!


So, that the time to count the votes for this challenge has come, we shall ask the 2 to pause their fight!


Total no. of votes: 6

Votes for book: 4

Votes for Television: 2


So guess who won the challenge!


Book!


Book: I told you that I'll win!

Television: These people, who are uncivilized followers of book, are just bluffing! Why, the two dear people who have voted for me, shall have a gift; watch TV FOREVER! This is your boon, my followers.

Book: So, what'll be my award?

Candidates: You'll get to know after television leaves.

Television: Why should I leave? I am waiting for the gift ti be presented by my subjects! I won't just leave!

Candidates: Well, it's time you did. Now out you go, rusty old tin box.

Television: I'm not a rusty old tin box! Im treasure! In your hands! Hey! Stop it, rude fellows of Book!!!!!!

Book: Now that he left, can I get my reward?

Candidates: Of course! And Shriyandhaa, the one who held the election will present it right now...

Me: Surprise! A big, new book!


Book took the book and finished reading it in a minute! And then, he ate the words and became fatter. When I read him, I was able to see the story I gave as a gift to book. All of us rejoiced over his victory.


Comments

  1. Super Shriyandhaa. Your imagination is excellent. Best of luck for future articles. Reading books is a treasure which gives us pleasure beyond measure. Keep it up.

    Babu Thatha

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  2. Super imagination di.. Thought that book would win.. Very nice.. By Samhitha

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  3. As usual you have rocked in writing Shriyandhaa. Super keep reading good books
    From Pushpa patti

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