Ben the Bear - Luke, Salim K
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It was a bright morning; Ben was still lazing in his Cave. Snugly tucked, hugging his favorite pillow. He was dreaming of food that he was gulping and savoring. Outside the Cave, the Squirrels where gathered on a tree branch. They were squeaking, squealing, whining, and yelping among themselves. Winter would set in soon, it's hard to find food during the winter season, and they were running short of food supply. Ben was disturbed with their squealing and whining; he got up from his sleep with a BIG yawn. "Find another spot to have your gathering. You are disturbing my sleep," yelled Ben at the…mehr

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It was a bright morning; Ben was still lazing in his Cave. Snugly tucked, hugging his favorite pillow. He was dreaming of food that he was gulping and savoring. Outside the Cave, the Squirrels where gathered on a tree branch. They were squeaking, squealing, whining, and yelping among themselves. Winter would set in soon, it's hard to find food during the winter season, and they were running short of food supply. Ben was disturbed with their squealing and whining; he got up from his sleep with a BIG yawn. "Find another spot to have your gathering. You are disturbing my sleep," yelled Ben at the Squirrels. The Squirrels did not pay attention to Ben. They were busy quarreling and grumbling. What happened after that was eventual. The Bear and the Squirrels had a squeaky day, finally making up as good neighbour' s and helping each other out. "One good deed deserves another."
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My mum is my biggest inspiration. I was the eldest child and her only support. My dad, most of the time, was away at work making ends meet. Each night, she would tell us short bedtime stories, and we would eagerly hear her narrate the stories without interrupting.Down the years, now that I have grown older and have a child of my own, I still remember each night my toddler son would plead for a bedtime story, and each night, like any other parent, I'd make up my own bedtime fairy-tale stories; he would listen attentively, interrupt, and even reason with questions, silly ones mostly. He would get more excited than sleepy and would demand more. Many a times, I would narrate the same short stories that I read from his collection of children's storybooks. Now my son is in his teens, and I miss those beautiful days where I'd relive my childhood with him! Memories are indeed our gift for life.Over the years, I have always wanted to write children's stories. I'm very much fascinated with animals, especially cats and dogs-humans' closest friends. I actively participate in rescuing abandoned dogs and cats, look out for families to adopt them, and give them a home. I also support social shelters for homeless animals in the best capacity that I can. Of course, it's a losing battle, but I strive to take small and meaningful steps in helping animals. I always wanted to write children's stories and let my imagination run wild.