Even more story writing

and here is Baveeta's work...

Long ago in a small village in India, there lived a young boy named Amul. Amul was a kind boy who always helped his mother. Amul had always wanted a drum. Even when he a was very small boy he tapped his hands on everything he found. His mother, who cleaned houses for rich people in town, would have loved to buy her loving son a drum but was too poor to afford one. Amul’s loving mother always worked hard, but was only paid in grain. Every day when Amul’s hardworking mother went to sell their left over grain she asked Amul what he would like from market. Amul would always reply “A drum, A drum, please.” His mother would try her best, but never had enough money to buy him one. One day Amul’s mother found out that the price of grain had gone up. She sold all her grain, bought all she needed for Amul and herself but still had money left over: Enough for a drum. She ran as fast as she could to the instrument shop but when she turned the corner she saw a poor family. They had no food and their clothes were torn. She gave them money she had for Amuls drum. In return she got some drumsticks. Amul loved the drum sticks and tapped them on everything he found.

One day ,while Amul was playing with his drumsticks, he saw an old woman who needed firewood. Kindly, he gave the old lady his drumsticks to light her fire. In return he got a piece of bread.

He walked on but on the way he heard a baby crying and the parents were Arguing. Amul asked them why they were arguing. The mother angrily told him that her husband had forgotten the food for their baby. Amul gave them the bread that the kind old lady had given him. Thankfully they gave him a beautiful coat.

He put on the coat and set off for home. Later on he saw a man as cold as ice. He was shivering so much he could hardly speak. He eventually told he Amul robbers had stolen all his clothes. Amul gave the man his coat and he thankfully gave Amul his horse.

A little while later Amul saw a bridegroom, his family and some musicians. They were all very sad. Amul asked why they looked so sad. The bridegroom told him that the man with his horse had not arrived. Amul gave the bride groom his horse and in return for his kindness he got a drum.

Amul ran as fast as a cheetah home to his mother, beating his drum as he went. His mother smiled as she heard that her son had finally got what he wanted.