Jumpy and Squishy Help

The pond was full of beautiful weeds. Aster sat gazing at them. Jumpy was sitting beside her, twitching his right leg a little from time to time. The sun shimmered on and rose back again from the droplets on the floating leaves. Green as the greenest moss, the leaves reminded Jumpy of his mother. All was happily quiet.


When countless moments had passed, they saw Squishy the frog ribbiting in mild urgency at a distance. He was jumping into the pond, and out of it.

“I’ll go,” said Jumpy. He jumped on the leaves in the pond and reached Squishy in no time.

“What happened?” he asked.

“Oh, dear friend! Tuk-tuk’s bright pink shell has got trapped in the weeds!”

“Where is Tuk-tuk?”

“Oh dear, what are we to do?” Squishy was worried Tuk-tuk might dry up without her shell to keep her warm and moist.

“But where is she? In a safe place, I hope.”

“She is with Belinda. Belinda has given her her spare shell for now.”

“That’s marvellous, Squishy!” Jumpy delighted with the knowledge that they had time to take out the shell. It was all about getting past the weeds.

“Let’s go shell-hunting, friend!” Jumpy jumped, Squishy hopped, and plop they landed on the biggest lotus leaf.

“She was playing somewhere here, she was.”

Jumpy and Squishy looked and looked at all the places in the pond where snails liked to slide about. And then, Squishy saw something pink glimmer.

“Here it is! Look, amidst those lovely weeds there!”

“So it is!”

Jumpy jumped to the nearest lotus leaf and tried to lift the shell up, but it was stuck in the weeds’ embrace. Squishy tried, too. Then Jumpy, and then Squishy again. It wouldn’t come off!

“What are we to do? Oh, dear, dear!” Squishy was worried again.

“Don’t worry, Squishy, you hold my back, and pull,” said Jumpy.

And they both pulled. Together, together. Soon, the weeds gave in, and the shell came out of the water!

“Aha! Here, take it to Tuk-tuk quickly!” said Jumpy.

“I will. Thank you!” said Squishy and off he hopped to where Tuk-tuk was waiting.

Jumpy looked at the water around him. Lotuses, leaves, more leaves, and weeds. All a part of their home. He sighed a deep, knowing sigh, and jumped back to Aster.

“What was the matter?” asked Aster.

“Tuk-tuk’s shell was lost. We found it,” said Jumpy.

“Oh, but that’s awful. The losing! Where did she lose it?”

“In these beautiful weeds.”

“Good you worked together to find it, Jumpy,” said Aster, stifling a yawn.

“My! You must be tired with all the gazing and waiting.”

“I am, in a way. Do you want to go play in the water, Jumpy?”

“Yes, my friend. But let’s keep to the floating leaves on top!”

And they hopped on to the pretty round leaves shining under the sun and over the calm waters and inviting weeds.

She Hoops!

The evening was promising to turn into a starry night. Aster knew nothing of it, however. She wanted to practice hoop dancing she had learnt from the Periwinkle Princess in the morning. Round and round she went, and round and round went her hoop around her. Jumpy was looking at her as he played the flute. He was a little tired; he had been playing since the morning, after all. But, unaware, Aster went on, round and round. The grass beneath her was looking a little less green, but it didn’t complain because Aster was such a darling. And she wasn’t going to hoop dance forever, was she?

Was she?

When Jumpy managed to get her attention, he showed her the clear water they had collected from around Squishy’s pond.

“A little sip to keep you going?” Jumpy showed her the water. Aster shook her head first while twirling the hoop around her right arm, but then she thought something and decided to take a break anyway.

“Isn’t this fun, Jumpy?!” She breathed her words out.

“It must be. And exciting, too,” he said, wise as always.

“It sure is! Do you want to learn it?”

“I could, but my wings would get in the way. And I think it is a little exhausting, too.”

“Exhausting? I wouldn’t know. All I see is the fun and the fun of it.”

“So, it isn’t exhausting?” asked he, picking up his flute and looking at it with intense affection.

“It might be. But isn’t fun important?”

“Of course, of course. But what fun is fun if you are too busy dancing for it?”

“But it is the dancing that is fun, Jumpy!” pouted Aster.

“I haven’t seen you smiling that fun smile ever once since your second dance, my friend.”

The night had waded in. Stars shone, and Aster lay down on the grass, sighing.

“I am exhausted, yes I am,” she said.

Jumpy said to her, “Then rest, little star. And dance tomorrow as long as you remember fun.”


Note to the reader: I came to know that my previous post had somehow managed to escape my Dashboard without the express permission to accept comments. I apologise, but do not take the blame. I have corrected the mistake, anyway. So, if you read Panic, and wondered why the comments were disabled, wonder no more. I have enabled them, and shall make sure I do so with every new post.
Have fun today! But not too much!

Jumpy finds more wisdom

“I’m alive, I’m alive!” cried Squishy, the frog from the pond next to little Aster and Jumpy.

“How very splendid,” remarked Jumpy, rubbing his grasshopper arms in visible delight. “Did you just find that out?”

Squishy looked a little confused, but gathered his wits and replied, “Oh no, I knew that I live, of course. It is a different matter to be alive, you see.”

It was Aster’s turn to look confused. “Is there a difference?” she asked.

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And so she found her shine

Little Aster was a tiny being in a world of big, imposing ones. She often hopped and skipped from flower to flower, petal to petal because this is what she did best. Today, however, she was sitting glum on a shiny white pebble. When Jumpy the grasshopper asked her why she wasn’t her usual self, she said, “I’ve forgotten how to! I woke up this morning, shook off the dewlets, and promptly forgot what I am supposed to do!” To make her distress clearer, or because the distress was too distressing to handle, she began to cry.

“Come on, now, Aster. Who forgets their purpose?” Jumpy asked foolishly, for little did he understand her confusion.

“I do. I have!” and she began to cry again, forming little dewlets of her own on the shiny white pebble.

Jumpy was distressed to see his friend so distressed. So he hopped on to fetch someone, anyone who would know better than him. But no one was! So, he came back, and sat beside the sad Aster. After hours and hours of sitting, Jumpy’s colourful winglets perked up and he said, “Hey! I know!”

“What do you know, Jumpy?” asked little Aster, still distressed.

“I know what you are supposed to do. And why, too! You are supposed to hop and skip from flower to flower, petal to petal, because it makes you so happy, you shine. And when you shine, Aster, the world shines. You are supposed to make the world shine!”
And then he looked at his little friend with immense anticipation.
Little Aster’s face lit up. It shone! And she got up and skipped and hopped. She hopped and skipped from flower to flower, petal to petal. And the world shone.