A Field Trip

By admin on October 10th, 2007

[Author’s note: SimplyMoroccan is organising SimplyMoroccan’s Competition. The rules can be found here. Ending on 15 Oct 2007. Now, onward to my attempt on using the words based on the rules.]

“Wîlî wîlî, how did you end up here?” Jessie gently picked up the farâsha which seemed to have a broken wing. It didn’t attempt to fly away. Cupping it in her hands, Jessie half-ran, half-walked home. She had been walking home from her trip to the pier where the new babbôr been before cruising off to another harbour.

It was her first time seeing a babbôr in real life. Her Papa had showed her a black and white picture of it in the newspapers a few days ago. Seeing the one in real life was different from seeing it in the papers. Her school had organised a trip to the pier that day because it came from another land and was stopping over for a re-fuel. Field trips were rare because her principal was qrzâz and Jessie was surprised that they had one.

Jessie had a good look at the huge babbôr from the pier. There, the captain came down to give them a tour in it. All of her friends were in awe. They had never seen so much finery in their lives. The captain brought them to the dining area where the children all ooh-ed and ah-ed about the fine cutlery and the paintings. It was there she overheard that the field trip was free because the captain had paid for it. Joe whispered that the principal ought to eat his khnôna. Jessie stifled a laugh. Jessie had once tasted her own and shuddered at the reminder. Her Mama had scolded her for it.

By this time, she was near her home and went into her house. “Mama! Mama!” she shouted excitedly, forgetting the delicate farâsha in her hands during the process.

“In the kitchen!” Her Mama shouted. Turning, she went there and proceeded to tell her Mama about the injured farâsha and the huge babbôr she saw.

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