THE PINK CLUE
"Why do you look so worried?" said his wife Sunitha as she walked in with two cups of tea.
"Have you met Keshav, our watchman's son?" Inspector Mishra asked.
"Yes, he is a quiet boy and minds his own business. Isn't he graduating from college this year?" Sunitha replied.
"Hmm. The poor boy is in trouble. His college claims that he stole some money from their office." "What!" Sunitha was alarmed.
"Yes, they have filed a case and submitted proof too," Inspector Mishra took out a brown envelope from his pocket and slid it across the table towards Sunitha.
"These are the photos that were taken yesterday by another student."
Sunitha looked at the photographs.
Sure enough, it seemed like Keshav was fiddling with the drawers in the college's office room. "I can't believe this," Sunitha said, puzzled.
"What did Keshav Bhaiyya say, Papa?" 12-year-old Dheeraj asked. He was right there, listening to the conversation between his parents.
"That he is innocent and did not go into the office room yesterday. But this photo evidence suggests otherwise," Inspector Mishra replied.
"Keshav Bhaiyya would never steal," said Dheeraj confidently.
"That is because Keshav Bhaiyya once caught Dheeraj for stealing mangoes and gave him a proper lecture, but didn't tell on him," his sister Diya who had just walked in, grinned and said, happy to have put her brother in a soup.
"Diya, how could you!" Dheeraj was furious. "You had some of those mangoes too, didn't you? In fact, you asked me to get them for you." "I...." Diya hesitated, trying to come up with a suitable explanation. "Ah, yes, I just wanted to see if you were brave enough to climb the tree." "Ha. Ha. Very funny. Wait till I catch you," Dheeraj said and ran after Diya, who had started running.
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The Tale of Mihir's Tail
Mihir was only nine years old, but was known for his quick wit and funny antics.
MISSION WALNUT FUDGE
With the arrival of spring, Bluehill Forest was buzzing with activity. The animals and birds were busy preparing for their annual spring fair.
WHEN WILL THE HIPPOS LEAVE?
Chloe and Zoey, the deer sisters were playing near Emerald Pond with the spring’s first butterflies, when suddenly they saw a hippopotamus approaching from a distance.
THE BANYAN TREE GHOST
It was a cold, misty evening in Champakvan and the jungle was unusually quiet.
The Good Neighbour
It was a bright Sunday morning. Ginny giraffe and Bob bear, neighbours who had taken to organic farming and living just outside the city, were hurrying towards their fields, which were close to their houses and adjacent to each other.
The MISSING Friend
Munchy caterpillar and Beady centipede were best friends.
Gajru's Holi
Nandanvan was preparing for an action-packed Holi, with every animal planning pranks and mischief. Colours, gulal, water balloons everything was being prepared. But once again, the biggest roadblock was Gajru mole.
A Herbal Holi
Holi is around the corner. Let's do something different!\" said Dinky deer,to her friends.
An Unusual Delicacy
“Holi re Holi...Holi aayi re!\" Joyous cheers echoed in Chetan's grandmother's courtyard.
Tony's Troublesome TATTOOS
Prime Minister Tanveer Singh tiger was on his regular tour of Dreamflower Forest that evening, when he spotted a big crowd at Tony jackal's shop.
