LITTLE CHUNKYS ADVENTURE

It was raining. Little chunky was lost. He ran helter-skelter. He yelled, “mum, dad” but none heard him. He was all alone. He had followed a milky white rabbit and here he was in the deep forest. The rabbit hopped off so fast that Chunky ran behind it to keep in pace. It took him deep into the forest and Chunky had not noticed it. He badly wanted to get hold of it. Sadly, Chunky was now alone and lost, in the deep forest.

At first, Chunky cried and yelled. He slowly realized it was useless crying. He was eleven and he understood that he was lost. He looked around. The rain had stopped. There were huge, tall trees all around. Some had big broad leaves, and some had tiny ones like the paws of a baby kitten. The rain had left glass like droplets of water upon the damp leaves. Deep colorful flowers peeped out of the thick foliage. He saw birds too; of different shades perching upon them. Slowly his fear turned into wonder. He looked in awe at them.

This new world surprised Chunky. He wanted to explore it. Slowly he treaded along. He had heard a lot about animals in the jungle from his teacher. He knew that some were fierce and some friendly. His excitement escalated as he saw big, huge grasshoppers fluttering their wings rapidly. Their wings were big, deep green and glossy. He tried to hold them, but they flew away the moment he touched them. Chunky found it nice running after them.

His little ears soon caught the faint sound of gurgling water nearby. He was very thirsty; his parched lips longed to get moist by diving into it. But he could see no water body around. As he heard the sound intently, he realized, that it was coming from behind a small raise of land. It was not exactly a hillock, a raised plateau with some vegetation here and there.

Chunky hoping to find some fresh water, slowly climbed the raised plateau. Reaching the top his joy knew no bounds. He saw a swiftly flowing stream. There were some trees around it. Fresh pears hung from them. As he went near, he saw little golden hued fishes with an orange glass like tail swimming rapidly. He tried to catch them, but they slipped away. It went through his little fingers in a flash; their swiftness bewildered Chunky. He wished he had a fishing net with him. After quenching his thirst, Chunky eyed the pears greedily. He slowly tried to climb one of the trees.

Moving on he suddenly stopped. A huge striped viper curling around a stooping branch caught his eye. His eyes turned big as if they would pop off any moment. He stopped still, in fear. He had never seen a snake of this dimension this closely. It was hissing putting out its forked tongue often.

Slowly, very cautiously he retreated inch by inch. Soon he was at a safe distance away from the venomous viper. He slowly climbed the tree backwards having his vision fixed upon the viper. On reaching the bottom, turning away he ran blindly till he was breathless. His legs shook like fresh jelly. He fell on the moist ground panting heavily like a dog.

With tears streaming down his cheeks, he wept incessantly. Will he see his parents again; he yearned for their loving touch. He closed his eyes in despair, for a while he felt the sweet caress of his mother upon his forehead. All such sweet happenings vanished into nothingness the moment he opened his eyes. He sulked feeling helpless. Will he again sleep upon his soft velvet mattress? Will he ever see his friends again? Such thoughts zoomed before Chunky one after another.

It was getting dark. Chunky felt scared. His teacher had told him that wild animals hunt in the dark for their prey. He had to find shelter. Seeing around he saw a small cave like structure a few meters away. Chunky decided not to get irritable anymore. He decided to face all with courage. Soon he gathered a few dry twigs nearby; he wanted a fire at the entrance of the cave to ward off the fierce animals. Soon he made a big heap of them. But he had no matchstick to light the heap. He sat upon a stone thinking of a way out. A thought flashed his mind. His teacher had taught in the science class that fire can be made with the rubbing of two stones. Now Chunky tried doing it; but failed. He tried doing it number of times, but no sparks or fire came out of it. Drained, he threw away the stones in anger. He sat nibbling into a piece of twig like a cow. His mother had always told him, ” It’s very easy to give up chunky but it needs a lion’s heart to fight.” Meaning to say that one can let go things very easily whereas one has to really fight hard to achieve it. Now Chunky decided not to give it up at any cost. He tried with all his strength to rub the stones hard a fire spark appeared; soon he lighted the dry twigs. Chunky felt very happy with his priceless achievement. Happily, he slept warmly; and no animals came near because of the fire.

The next morning Chunky was awakened by sounds nearby. He heard his name being called loudly. That was his father’s voice; chunky sprang to his feet. As he came out, he saw a bunch of men. His joy knew no bound when he spotted his dad. He hugged his father; his father kissed him too. Now chunky was a happy kid once again. There came an end to Little Chunky’ s adventure.

Test your child’s creativity with this fun question.
Would you like to be in little Chunky’ s place? If so, why and if not why?