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February, the Naughty Girl

 


When you're bored, what'll you do? Do you do something you haven't done in a while? Do you do something you like to do very much? If you don't, you must be like February. 


February was a girl who was very mischevious and naughty. Do you know how I know? Because, whenever February is bored, she is always up to no good. She is very naughty, and puts pranks on everyone. She would often while away time sucking a lollipop and planning what type of mischeif she should do next.


One day, at school, no one would play with her during recess. February felt bored. And do you know what she did next? Yes, mischief! The good fairy flew towards February and told her, "You are always up to no good. Why don't you do something that'll honour you? Like, help someone?" February thought for a while, until the bad fairy appeared. "Being good is no fun! Let's maintain our streak and be naughty again today. It'll be fun to watch others cry and run to the teacher!" The bad fairy said. February made her mind, and scoffed at the good fairy. She then started looking around to see someone living a sweet life.


February then spotted her old BFF, December, and thought of getting her into trouble instead of pranking her. A new thing to do! This is going to be sweet to watch, she thought.


She then made up a little plan. She took out her class work and quickly scribbled on it, and handed the pencil to December. "Oh, February! So long since we talked. Hey, this pencil is cool! Is it for me?" Asked December, a bit puzzled on why February would have to give her a pencil for no reason. Then February quickly dragged December to their teacher and told her, "Teacher! December scribbled on my class work on purpose! Now what'll I do?" The teacher looked at December ferociously, believing every single word February had spoken. She then said, "Don't worry. Only homework is important." February rejoiced after she was alone. The CCTV camera had captured all these, and the teacher realised that she was fooled. But no sooner she had planned to teach the little girl.


At school, the next day, February was again very bored. These people are just a bunch of nitwits, she thought. Next period was recess again. February again wanted to make fools of everyone. So she thought of a plan. Before she could take action on the plan, the teacher told February, "I want you to come to the staff room." February followed her, and to her astonishment, her notebook was ripped into pieces! She gasped and told the teacher, "I didn't do it!" The teacher shook her head, and showed her a video of February tearing her pages on purpose. February was puzzled. She didn't do anything related or that! But February had to take the blame. For a few days, February's pranks and plans had come to a sudden stop. Even the two fairies hadn't visited February. 


A week later, the teacher went to February. She then told her, "The incident which had happened a few days ago was all fake. I tore your pages. I made a fake video of you tearing pages. I wanted to teach you a lesson. I hope you understood that this is how other people will feel it you make fools of them." February felt ashamed, and wanted to change. "Yes, teacher, I understood. I will never think of getting people into trouble ever again." 


The teacher accepted the apology and no sooner did February become a good girl. She did productive activities whenever she felt bored and helped people when she had free time.


Now I would like to know what you do when you're bored. Just leave your answer in the comments.




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  1. I write a religious article on Lord Krishna or Varadharajan or Lord Ranganatha. Chant Bhagawan nama, that will bring lot of good to me and one and all around me. Chanting bhagwan nama is planting good seeds of fortune.

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  2. I talk with you when I am bored di!!

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