The Flying Ball


Something banged against the grill door. Must be the kids’ toy.

I went out and found a ball landed at the balcony.

The boys, ran helter-skelter and hid behind the wall so that I could not see them. So funny!

I took the ball and was waiting for a sign. One of them just have to show up so that I can return the ball.

One boy braved himself and said, “Sorry!”

I threw the ball to him.

Another boy appeared and he smiled at me. He said sorry too.

“It’s okay!” I smiled too.

I’m a very kind monster today.

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