After a refreshing swim with daddy, Trish was turbocharged. He rushed through a post-swim shower and change of clothes and promptly hopped on to his electric blue tricycle parked by the poolside. It was time to go racing with his playmates Tittu and Nishu, who were already screaming their lungs out calling his name. All preschoolers, the three were a riot together.
The pool
was their start point and a big mango tree near the clubhouse the finish mark. Their moms had chosen that small stretch after ensuring it was vehicle free. The race would meander through many stops and starts
- “Wait Nishu. You can’t begin before us.” “Trish, look what I have in my
pocket.” “Wait wait guys! My shoes have come off.” The whole activity was as endearing
as their boisterous banter. The three would squeal all the way, bursting into
titters over some silly jokes.
Today, Nishu
had taken the lead. Bubbling with joy, she kept turning around to check if the two had caught up. The boys, meanwhile, pedaled hard to close the gap, chattering no less. But
moments ahead of reaching the finish line, someone else sprang out of the bushes
and claimed the crown. Nishu was jolted for a bit. Trish and Tittu brought their
cycles to a shaky halt. It was intro time.
The three
parked their vehicles and shushing one another, softly walked up to the day’s
new winner, a tubby kitten with shiny marble eyes. The little fellow had a
cinnamon-colour coat and trilled incessantly, its wiggly tail sticking straight
up. “Let’s call her Muffin,” said Trish. “Muffin? Will we eat her or what?” giggled
Nishu. No one asked Muffin, but it seemed like she took an instant liking to the guffawing
gang.
Next day onwards, Muffin timed her outing with the three musketeers. She followed them on her furry fours, stomping, sprinting and playfully pouncing on her new-found friends. A week later, Trish went up to his mom after play hours and made a kingly announcement: "Mumma, guess what? I have one new follower."
(This post is part of the A to Z Challenge)
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