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The Detective Part(II)

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Mr. Hay

They set out when James showed him the house. Edward noted down everything in the back of his mind. A two-storey house quite old-fashioned. It had about 14 windows in all. In front stood an oak door. It had been worn away by the rain and termites. There was a ring at the middle of the door. There were also some eye holes to spy out on visitors. A dog is laid down in front of the door. Edward stepped up near the door and clicked twice with the ring. Suddenly the dog jumped up violently. Edward took a step back. The door got suddenly open and a whip cracked like lightening. The dog with head and tail down retreated into the house. A smiling stout man of forty stood there with the lash. He was almost as tall as Edward. He gestured them inside. Edward entered into the house drinking in the fact that how well maintained the inside was. No one could say that they belonged to the same house.The man said, “Hello, I’m Timothy Brown, the servant of Mr. Hay. Please wait here, I’ll call him. He is expecting you.” They took the arm-chairs. it was so soft that they slowly sank. They looked at the eloquent furniture. It was modern inside. He say a small button on the arms of the chair. On clicking, a bell started ringing.

“Ah, you see ” suddenly a loud voice pang out, “they are for the servant, It is used when I feel to lazy to shout.” They turned around to see a small, fat man with pitch black hair wearing suits, a diamond studded watch and a ring. He waddled like penguin while walking. He somehow reached them and jumped into the seat huffing and puffing. After deeply breathing he put on a smile and said, ” Hello Mr. Hodge, I’m Mr. Hay. As you can see, I am very rich. But I think, some international criminal is after me.”

“Why do you think so”, asked Edward. “I got to know by this”, he handed a paper to Hodge”. On it was written

W V A O W O A I T N

E E N U A U L V O I

A R G S N R T E V L

R Y E W T W H I S E

E D R E Y E G T I L P

—————-

A N T

R G

K L

I O

Edward looked at it. He said “How do you know it is an international gang?”

“The stamp on the other side.” Edward turned over. It was the official stamp of Germany. “We will look into it”, he said.

To be continued……..

The Detective (Part I)

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Edward Hodge put up his legs on a table, put on his reading glasses and took up a detective novel written by Agatha Christie. He liked reading detective novels. There were different books of different subjects stocked up his library. They were of different themes and were classified by their subjects. But he was fond of detective novel the most. He hated being disturbed while reading. He had gone to page no 3, when his room bell rang. Flustered Mr.Hodge looked up. He strode in two large steps to the door. He asked sharply, “Who? Mention work before entering.” A voice said, “James Anderson, for a case.” Mr Hodge sighed. James was his assistant. Edward was a detective. He was famous for solving hard cases himself. James always found case to pester him. After thinking twice he opened the door. In the corridor stood a serious James reading a letter. James was tall, well built and often shared his wit. He was a lad of twenty and Hodge was twenty five. They had brother like relationship among them. James strode in. “Well.”, he said,”You have to figure it out.”

Introduction to the case

Edward pointed him to a chair and James sat down. He read the letter by himself once and then looked up. “May I read”, he asked. On getting permission he started reading.

“Dear Mr. Hodge, I am soppy for writing the letter though it is an important one. Something happened in my house. You have got to come. We will discuss this later in my house.
Peter Hay

PS- You will know my address from your assistant. It is an walking distance and I will be available anytime.”

Then James looked up, “What do you think of it?”
“Interesting but needs some more details.”
James said, “It is two blocks from here, shall I bring you your coat?”

                                                                                                         to be continued….

My Mother

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 Poem by a little girl  Nouloshi Ghosh

Who is the one with a good charm,
And doesn’t want me to get any harm?
Who is the one with a loving tender soul,
Who is loved like a never
leaving favourite object or more.
And that is my mother of course
Who is always deserved for these lovely compliments on cources.

A mother is a first prize winner from my thinking,
When we get into the same way she spills out her happiness tears by blinking
A mother is always grown up to be a perfect lady
When she is a school going girl.
Who faces hard work and grows up with intelligence and hurdle and even brilliant work,
And even understands problems or worries of the boys or a girl from the core of her heart.

She even understands the girl or a boy with patience, curiosity and egarness.

Abracadabra

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I went to watch a magic show.

Came a magician on the stage.

He spread his palm and produced a dough

Beside him stood an elderly sage

They said ‘Abracadabra’

I went to watch a magic show

The sage sat on the carpet

I heard someone say ‘LO’ !

Out came Snakey, his pet

He said ‘Abracadabra’

I returned with a happy smile

Everyone was chattering

I tapped the dial

When I said these,

He said I was exaggerating

Colours of Life – by Aishee Paul

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Non-sense

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Can you talk sense
With people shouting at you ‘nonsense’?
Though it rhymes,
These are hard times!
There was a boy named Wood
Who beside a lake stood
Every day, every night
Hugging his pillow tight
Oh! What a sight!
He always bakes
Hot, hot cakes
With his friend Dwight
Who sits beside him all night
He opened his sock
While Bugs Bunny said ‘Hello Doc’
Oh how many cartoons he had watched
How many bullies he had dodged
When he sees a bird sigh
He yells ‘Fly bird, FLY’

Birbal and Dirbal

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Long ago,there was a king named Akbar.He had many servants,but two of them who were brothers,were his most favorite.Their name were Birbal and Dirbal. Dirbal was very foolish but Birbal was very clever.One day when the king was sitting on his throne a lot of noise came from the road.Akbar felt very disturbed. He sent Birbal and Dirbal to find out where the noise was coming from.Dirbal returned quickly. He told the king that there was a large procession outside. When Akbar asked why, Dirbal kept silent. He hadn’t asked the question and therefore did not know the answer. After a while Birbal returned. he told Akbar the whole story, because he fully completed the task of knowing what they were doing and why. Akbar was very pleased. He rewarded him with a bag of gold coins and made him his minister.
Moral- This story shows that wisdom wins over foolishness.

My Best Friend by Aadritto Kar

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My Best Friend


Conceptualized by
Aadritto Kar
11 YEARS
Kolkata
South Point High School
STANDARD : 6TH

My Family

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A sweet poem by Dohinee Malakar

With all the animals in it

From a brave lion

With a great beard

To a deer

With long hair

I also have

One Little bear

Who plays around everywhere

This is not a jungle

This is my family

Who are very humble

I have a father

Who is brave

Have a mother

Who is like a jewel

I have a brother

Who is sometimes like my father

I have a puppy

Who is very happy

This is my family

For whom I care

Dreams- painting by Aanurag

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First Acrylic Painting by Aanurag