“Ma-Doooooor!!” Hama-Guri squealed. “Give me the ball…Quick!”
Ma-Door threw the ball to his best friend. it was always great to spend a Sunday morning with his closest pal in their favourite park. Added, finally the sun had come out today after many foggy winter days.
“Mumma we have to take up a new class at school!” HamaI-Guri cried as he barged in through the door. He had just come back from school, and, as usual, he had loads to talk about. “There are so many of them that I don’t know what to do.”
“What classes Hama?” Mumma asked. She had not got any notice from school yet. Then what was her son talking about?
Hama-Guri sat down on the sofa beside his mother and took out a sheet of paper. His mother looked at it and smiled. Sure enough these were classes. And yet they were not. They were hobby classes that kids could join if they wished to. Read more… →