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Subrat SaurabhAuthor of Kuch Woh Pal
It was an ordinary Thursday morning. Eric, the Evil's upper half disappeared in a huge wooden cabinet: from inside there came scary, knocking noises and muffled sound of grumping. Unpaired socks, rumpled shirts and a couple of snaking ties flew helplessly around the room.
“Why am I always out of cloaks? How could anyone take my seriously without my cloak... unthinkable! But where are they? Cindy!!”
“Yes, Master?” a young, beautiful woman stepped into a room with a bunch of papers in her left hand. With the right, she tried to brush aside the attacking clothes so she could walk past to the cupboard and her raging master in it.
“Why am I out of cloaks? Again?” Eric's voice got dangerously close to hysteric.
Ahmed Zayed
Ahmed M.Zayed Is an Egyptian writer who like to write for children to enjoy them time
