A good story from the best CBSE School author !
Chapter 1 – OFF TO THE TOWN
Crackle! Crack……. Tweet! Tweet! Rustle…This is the sound of dawn breaking. These were also the sounds that were heard by the sleeping Mr. Beaver, nature’s architect. He used these sounds as an alarm clock, finding none in the town which would suit him well. They were either too loud, too soft, or too expensive for him.
An upside-down tree
The ones that were perfect for him came in weird shapes, such as the one which was an upside-down tree with about 10 clocks shooting out of the tree’s roots, or the one which had a feather that tickled you when it rang. He walked out of his tree (His House) after freshening up. Mr. Squirrel had been deciding for more than 20 minutes if the acorns with a brown head and a cream lower part were a better breakfast for his family or the ones with a yellow ochre head and a reddish-brown lower part.
Sir Rabbit’s Cafe
The bears were having a honey-tasting contest. Mr. Beaver stepped into Sir Rabbit’s Cafe and ordered his usual, hot chocolate and chocolate chip cookies. He also got a croissant filled and topped with chocolate cream, with chocolate sprinkles. Mr. Beaver sure does love chocolate! He rarely has lunch, only having breakfast, tea, and supper. He always has some freshly bought fruits in the afternoon.
Daily trips to the farmer’s market
He has a stash of berries in a box in case he feels hungry during his daily trips to the farmer’s market in the town. Having reached the town while I was telling you about the food he likes. He was surprised to see the signs for Carrot Street and Stoney Boulevard interchanged.
Chapter 2 – THE TEA PARTY
After popping in to see the town’s sign manager, Mr. Stag, to update him on the sign switch he had seen earlier, he headed to the China shop to get a new teapot for himself, having broken his old one in a hurry while making tea for the tea party yesterday. He had agreed to host a tea party for all the forest animals and had even distributed invitations, but had forgotten all about it until the first guest arrived. He had nothing to serve them except a few oatmeal cookies and a Baguette with Margarine.
Hurrying to his herb garden to get herbs and ginger to put in the tea, he had left his teapot on his stove and had switched on the gas. The China teapot was not meant to be heated. By the time he went back to his kitchen the bottom of the pot had burnt completely and as soon as he lifted the pot, it broke into smithereens. He had no time to worry about the pot as the guests were getting restless. He asked the guests to move to the gazebo and rushed to the cafe to get snacks and biscuits to go with the tea.
Then he remembered that he could not serve tea as he had no teapot, and he certainly could not pour the tea from the metal pot on the stove as the tea cups would break, and the metal pot could not be cooled down unless washed with water. So, he got some lemonade, and the ‘Tea party’ became a ‘Lemonade party’. Nevertheless, everyone had fun except Mr. Beaver, who was ashamed of not being able to give a good tea party. Really, it is a nice story from the best CBSE School author !!
Chapter 3 – AT THE CHINA SHOP AND BACK HOME
Mr. Beaver entered the China shop to buy a new teapot. Ms. Fox, the shopkeeper showed him a few new selections. “This one comes with a golden coffee maker,” said Ms. Fox. “But I don’t need a golden coffee maker,” said Mr. Beaver. “This one has robotic arms that make tea, but only spicy ones,” said Ms. Fox. “I can make tea, thank you very much. And I also don’t like spicy teas,” said Mr. Beaver. “Well, I do have one which is normal, with no gadgets, and is very durable.” said Ms. Fox. “Yes! That is the perfect one! Thank you very much,” said Mr. Beaver paying the amount for the new teapot. He walked slowly back home, humming to himself.
He sat down in his cozy old armchair, which was also cozy for the termites, which had nested in the holes in the back of the chair. Mr. Beaver made a note to himself to carry the termites to his garden, where he had a small wooden structure, something like a town for insects with holes, a small bucket for food and water, slides and swings, and a few climbing bars. He sure did like insects! Mr. Beaver got off the chair to make himself some tea. He thought to himself “This might be the perfect time to test my new teapot.” He placed the teapot on his window sill and started making tea.
The steam made him jump back and push his teapot out of his window. It fell on Mr. Beaver’s price Marigold plant, then on his pile of pebbles, and at last fell on the ground and cracked. “Oh Well!” said Mr. Beaver. “I guess I have to go back to the shop to get another pot. Maybe I should get only metal this time.” Poor Mr. Beaver, he is quite clumsy, isn’t he?
THE END
A Story from the best CBSE School author – A day with Mr.Beaver
Author:
Ashwath. R, 9 A
