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It was 7PM. It was time to snack. And khau gali is the perfect place to pacify Tommy. So we were munching on Chinese dosa. Pooja, Priya and me. We had found a spot just next to the gutter, between the juice stall and the dosa-wala, that had relatively fewer people shoving around.
It wasn't long before we noticed a friendly neighborhood mole - a rather fat, friendly neighborhood mole - trying to have his snack too. He had got hold of a juicy big tomato and was trying to escape to the safety of the gutter to feast on it. He ran clumsily to the small opening in the broken gutter-cover - but bumped back because the plump tomato wouldn't go through.
He tried again with a little more force to push the tomato through to the other side before giving up and trying plan B. We watched with disgusted amusement as he left the tomato aside and jumped headlong into the hole. But he got stuck at his waist-line: his hind-legs comically flailing in the air as he tried with all his might to push himself through.
awww... poor thingy can't we help him in any way?! The three of us were splitting between laughter and despair by the time he had squeezed to the other side. And then his head appeared again at the mouth of the hole, and he grabbed the tomato and try to pull it in. Now all we could see was the tomato stuck in the hole, being pulled by an invisible force.
Well. That was smart. But not quite. By now Pooja's soft heart had given her inner strength that Priya and I couldn't muster. Amidst our cheers, she took a couple of brave steps forward, and gingerly tried to push the tomato with the tip of her purple satin sandal with no success. The three of us uttered suppressed screams. ewww... This is not going to work, girl! And she came hopping back, trying to shake the disgust out of her leg. Stupid rat: why can't it understand that the tomato is too big to go through!!
For a few seconds, nobody moved. The rat had probably shrunk back in fear or confusion because of the unsolicited help. But contrary to what we had deducted, he was not a very stupid rat: he had a secret plan C- to munch on the tomato until it became small enough to fall through - as was evidenced by the half eaten tomato that had fallen back. Well. Here's another example of why man should not interfere with nature. sigh.
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It was 7PM. It was time to snack. And khau gali is the perfect place to pacify Tommy. So we were munching on Chinese dosa. Pooja, Priya and me. We had found a spot just next to the gutter, between the juice stall and the dosa-wala, that had relatively fewer people shoving around.
It wasn't long before we noticed a friendly neighborhood mole - a rather fat, friendly neighborhood mole - trying to have his snack too. He had got hold of a juicy big tomato and was trying to escape to the safety of the gutter to feast on it. He ran clumsily to the small opening in the broken gutter-cover - but bumped back because the plump tomato wouldn't go through.
He tried again with a little more force to push the tomato through to the other side before giving up and trying plan B. We watched with disgusted amusement as he left the tomato aside and jumped headlong into the hole. But he got stuck at his waist-line: his hind-legs comically flailing in the air as he tried with all his might to push himself through.
awww... poor thingy can't we help him in any way?! The three of us were splitting between laughter and despair by the time he had squeezed to the other side. And then his head appeared again at the mouth of the hole, and he grabbed the tomato and try to pull it in. Now all we could see was the tomato stuck in the hole, being pulled by an invisible force.
Well. That was smart. But not quite. By now Pooja's soft heart had given her inner strength that Priya and I couldn't muster. Amidst our cheers, she took a couple of brave steps forward, and gingerly tried to push the tomato with the tip of her purple satin sandal with no success. The three of us uttered suppressed screams. ewww... This is not going to work, girl! And she came hopping back, trying to shake the disgust out of her leg. Stupid rat: why can't it understand that the tomato is too big to go through!!
For a few seconds, nobody moved. The rat had probably shrunk back in fear or confusion because of the unsolicited help. But contrary to what we had deducted, he was not a very stupid rat: he had a secret plan C- to munch on the tomato until it became small enough to fall through - as was evidenced by the half eaten tomato that had fallen back. Well. Here's another example of why man should not interfere with nature. sigh.
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