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I didn't tell my dad about the green Monster I found at the bottom of the garden because it had killed a lot of people in front of me and then it threatened me about telling anyone that the things I saw and all so I had to keep my mouth shut........ to be continued
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didn’t tell Dad about the little green monster I found at the bottom of the garden because I doubted whether he’d be able to see it.
The creature had fangs and claws as ferocious as any other monster. The only problem was—it was as tiny as a cockroach. That morning, I’d picked up my gardening spade, magnifying lens, lab tongs, gloves and apron and marched to the garden. I wanted to do a bit of research on the creature that had been chomping away at Dad’s broccoli for the past one week. As I was busy looking at the plants through my lens, I accidentally trod upon a broccoli plant. To my surprise, it didn’t crumple beneath me as it should have. Instead, it felt as if something, or someone, was preventing me from doing so by pulling—or pushing—my foot up.
I hastily turned to stare at that broccoli shrub instead. It came as a shock to see two big googly eyes stare back at me through the green mass, with a look of utter offence in them. I’d accidentally discovered a monster.
The little prat shrugged it off and resumed chomping at the broccoli. I couldn’t help staring at him through my lens. It seemed to be quite hungry as it didn’t even bother to chew the green stuff properly, just gulped it down.
Then it struck me. What if I tested this monster in my lab upstairs? I could accidentally hit upon something really amazing, as I had just now. I hurriedly picked up my spade to uproot the broccoli with the monster on it (not daring to disturb him a bit) and placed it carefully in my apron pocket. I turned to my right to find Dad staring at me through the window, taken aback at what I had just done. “Research,” I mouthed to him, and rushed through the backdoor to my research laboratory.
—–*—–*—–*—–
“Oi!” I exclaimed, as I ran after the little monster round and round my room.
This was my fourth attempt to get the monster on the table for testing. And he’d been prompting me to chase him round the room, quite literally rattling my things when he felt like. He seemed really strong compared to his size.
I sighed and sank into a chair, tired, while he continued to trot on my bed, clearly visible on the white sheets. Then an idea struck me. I got up at once, opened my cupboard and pulled out a steel chain. To its one end I affixed a broccoli bud, and walked with it to the bed, praying that his teeth weren’t so strong as to chomp away steel as well.
“Here, little monster!” I called to him in a whisper. He turned around and gave me a disgusted look, but as he saw the broccoli, his eyes streamed with love and passion, like Jack had found Rose. He jumped onto the broccoli bud and began munching. I grinned, pleased with my plan, and carried him to the table. I lowered him into a jar of heavy duty glass that wouldn’t break how much ever he tried. I put in some more broccolis and screwed the top. I ducked under the table, pulled out my syringe, and fixed the needle neatly. Slowly, and very- very carefully, I put the needle in through a small hole in the glass. The monster didn’t even stir: he was so indulged in his broccoli. I stuck the needle in his arm and pumped out half a cc of “blood”. I couldn’t take more; else he’d die (probably). It was green in colour. Yikes.
The monster just glanced at the syringe once and ignored it. Then he realised what I had done, and he whipped his head in my direction and stared at me, eyes wide open. Then, all at once, he began jumping and cursing me in his own language. He spoke only “wow”, and his voice was quite small. He seemed so cute, having a tiny little tantrum of his own. I ignored him and started preparing a slide to observe his “blood”.
It took me some time to figure out which stain to use. As the brain wave came, I pitied my slow mind—the blood was already coloured. I sighed at my research- fogged brain and separated the blood sample into smaller parts (smaller than before, if you can imagine). I put a drop of glycerine in one part and shoved it under the microscope to see.
It was unnerving to see such usual stuff in something so unusual. It was pretty much like normal blood, but on further looking I discovered that the green colour was caused due to another common pigment—
“Chlorophyll!!” I shouted out loud in glee. The monster told me to “wow” and looked at me, enjoying his food.
Next, I pulped down some broccoli, squeezed the juices and carefully put it into another part of the monster’s blood sample, and examined it. Growth graphs for everything in the universe were same, no matter what. It increased tremendously at first, then slowed down. A similar thing happened to the globular green- coloured cells under my microscope lens. They bulged and bulged, fit to burst, and then slowed down. It leaked out of the slide because of the growth. Wow, I exclaimed, this fellow was really under-grown! Maybe that’s why he chose to rampage Dad’s broccoli—maybe his friends teased him or something…
The creature had fangs and claws as ferocious as any other monster. The only problem was—it was as tiny as a cockroach. That morning, I’d picked up my gardening spade, magnifying lens, lab tongs, gloves and apron and marched to the garden. I wanted to do a bit of research on the creature that had been chomping away at Dad’s broccoli for the past one week. As I was busy looking at the plants through my lens, I accidentally trod upon a broccoli plant. To my surprise, it didn’t crumple beneath me as it should have. Instead, it felt as if something, or someone, was preventing me from doing so by pulling—or pushing—my foot up.
I hastily turned to stare at that broccoli shrub instead. It came as a shock to see two big googly eyes stare back at me through the green mass, with a look of utter offence in them. I’d accidentally discovered a monster.
The little prat shrugged it off and resumed chomping at the broccoli. I couldn’t help staring at him through my lens. It seemed to be quite hungry as it didn’t even bother to chew the green stuff properly, just gulped it down.
Then it struck me. What if I tested this monster in my lab upstairs? I could accidentally hit upon something really amazing, as I had just now. I hurriedly picked up my spade to uproot the broccoli with the monster on it (not daring to disturb him a bit) and placed it carefully in my apron pocket. I turned to my right to find Dad staring at me through the window, taken aback at what I had just done. “Research,” I mouthed to him, and rushed through the backdoor to my research laboratory.
—–*—–*—–*—–
“Oi!” I exclaimed, as I ran after the little monster round and round my room.
This was my fourth attempt to get the monster on the table for testing. And he’d been prompting me to chase him round the room, quite literally rattling my things when he felt like. He seemed really strong compared to his size.
I sighed and sank into a chair, tired, while he continued to trot on my bed, clearly visible on the white sheets. Then an idea struck me. I got up at once, opened my cupboard and pulled out a steel chain. To its one end I affixed a broccoli bud, and walked with it to the bed, praying that his teeth weren’t so strong as to chomp away steel as well.
“Here, little monster!” I called to him in a whisper. He turned around and gave me a disgusted look, but as he saw the broccoli, his eyes streamed with love and passion, like Jack had found Rose. He jumped onto the broccoli bud and began munching. I grinned, pleased with my plan, and carried him to the table. I lowered him into a jar of heavy duty glass that wouldn’t break how much ever he tried. I put in some more broccolis and screwed the top. I ducked under the table, pulled out my syringe, and fixed the needle neatly. Slowly, and very- very carefully, I put the needle in through a small hole in the glass. The monster didn’t even stir: he was so indulged in his broccoli. I stuck the needle in his arm and pumped out half a cc of “blood”. I couldn’t take more; else he’d die (probably). It was green in colour. Yikes.
The monster just glanced at the syringe once and ignored it. Then he realised what I had done, and he whipped his head in my direction and stared at me, eyes wide open. Then, all at once, he began jumping and cursing me in his own language. He spoke only “wow”, and his voice was quite small. He seemed so cute, having a tiny little tantrum of his own. I ignored him and started preparing a slide to observe his “blood”.
It took me some time to figure out which stain to use. As the brain wave came, I pitied my slow mind—the blood was already coloured. I sighed at my research- fogged brain and separated the blood sample into smaller parts (smaller than before, if you can imagine). I put a drop of glycerine in one part and shoved it under the microscope to see.
It was unnerving to see such usual stuff in something so unusual. It was pretty much like normal blood, but on further looking I discovered that the green colour was caused due to another common pigment—
“Chlorophyll!!” I shouted out loud in glee. The monster told me to “wow” and looked at me, enjoying his food.
Next, I pulped down some broccoli, squeezed the juices and carefully put it into another part of the monster’s blood sample, and examined it. Growth graphs for everything in the universe were same, no matter what. It increased tremendously at first, then slowed down. A similar thing happened to the globular green- coloured cells under my microscope lens. They bulged and bulged, fit to burst, and then slowed down. It leaked out of the slide because of the growth. Wow, I exclaimed, this fellow was really under-grown! Maybe that’s why he chose to rampage Dad’s broccoli—maybe his friends teased him or something…
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