at least a protection from the sun, the children strained to go out (...) but the mother would not open the door
She actually let down the bolt of the fron door.
lets play hide and sick !
What can we play?
ravi heard the whistling and picked his nose in panic trying to find comfort by borrowing the finger deep-deep into a soft tunnel
"the garge was locked" (...) but next to the garage was another shed with a greenbig door (...) ravi shook then shivered with delight, with self congratulation but also with fear, it was dark and spooky in the shed
i heard you! ... I'm comeing !
it grew darker in the shed as the light at the door grew softer, fuzzier turned to a kind of crumbling yellow pollen that turned to a yellow fur, blue fur, grey fur. Evening twilight
out on the lawn, the chidren stoped chanting they all turned to stare to him in amazement , there faces were pale and triangular in the dusk.
don't be a full!
I won, I WON! I won raghu didnt find me I won
he had wanted the victory an triunph - not a funeral. but he have been forgotten