Teeku and the truck 1 - Flying into the thin air

One late afternoon, Teeku was playing with his green truck in the corridor, when he heard his mum yelling, 

"Teeku!! Why don't you put away your toys after finishing playing! You are going to slip on one, or one day, I will, and fly away out of the window, into the thin air!! "

"Yeh, that could happen! How bad!" 

He thought.

Teeku didn't always listen to his mum. Though he knew what she always said about his stray toys,

"Don't put it down, once you finish, just put it away!" 

Well, today again, he hadn't, but soon he forgot all about it!! 

After playing for a while, he decided to stop and go inside for a drink. He was thirsty, as it had turned out to be quite a warm day. 

He went from the side door to the kitchen to quickly grab a carton of his favourite strawberry milk from the fridge, and came back to finish his game, as he still had quite a few rounds to make, to finish deliveries in his truck. He had a big pile of cards and marbles in one corner, and was shifting them to the other side. 

He was working really hard to move the truck faster and faster. He wished the truck could fly as well, so it could reach from one corner of the corridor to other quickly. He was getting a bit tired now, and wanted to stop playing soon. He wanted to go inside, as there was a change in the weather, and the wind had started to blow, and he was a bit scared of the noise. 

He looked up to see the clouds gathering, and thought, soon it will start to rain, when suddenly, he heard a scream, "Teeku!",  and a gust of warm wind threw open the glass doors on the window, and the curtains, ballooning up,  burst outside, and, he thought he saw something flying away, disappearing into the thin air. 

Just to check on his mum, Teeku ran inside and saw his 'that day's not so favourite' toy, his red truck lying on the floor sprawled upside down.

That morning, choosing between the two, he had chosen to play with the green truck instead and had put the red one down there, on the floor!

He hadn't put it away! 

"Oh boyee"....  !!!

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