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The Story of Loudspeaker, Enthusiastic and Peculiar

  Once upon a time, there was a children's entertainer called Shreya. Her assistant, Shri, would often help Shreya when things get out of hand. Nothing has went wrong, until 2 year old Loudspeaker moved in.

  Loudspeaker was left at Shreya's house to be entertained. First, Shreya handed out some soft toys. But Loudspeaker cleaned up the toys and shook her head. Shreya then brought some Lego toys, when another 6 year old child called Enthusiastic was left. Enthusiastic kept teasing Loudspeaker, thus Loudspeaker kept squealing and shouting and crying. 

  Things started to get a bit out of hand, so Shri brought a toy icecream truck, when another 5 year old kid called Peculiar entered the house. 

  Enthusiastic kept licking the toy icecreams while poor Shreya kept washing them. Suddenly, Shreya started to hear loud sounds. It was a fight between Loudspeaker, Enthusiastic and Peculiar. They all wanted the same icecream. Shreya got extremely angry and shouted: "STOOOOOOOOP!!!!!". Everyone suddenly dropped the icecream and looked at her. 


  At home time, everyone refused to clean up, so Shreya and Shri cleaned everything. The next day, Loudspeaker, Enthusiastic and Peculiar came to play again, but Shreya got scared and thus retired from being a children entertainer.




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  1. T.SrinivasanMay 13, 2022 at 11:26 AM

    It is her own story. It is one session story. Imagine if they all are together for one full day. Entertainer would be caught in a fix. She will realise her sister is good and unharmful to others and innocent behaviour.

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