National Day

Her rose beds are their favorite playground. Of course, I can't blame him. I did the same pranks in my childhood. But you know what? Mrs. Bradley loves Kong! And it was proved last year on Winter Flowers Day.

Mike, Mrs. Bradley's son, came from London for a vacation and we were invited for tea at her house. By 'we' I mean Kong and myself. After we reached, there we came to know that it was Mike's birthday!

"Hey Bobby, I didn't want any birthday present or party! I just wanted to meet you all" said Mike, patting on my shoulder. I was too embarrassed for not having any gift for him. We had a good evening. There were ginger bread cookies, and a homemade cake with coffee and special treats for Kong too. As we were busy chatting, I didn't realize that Kong slipped away from the room into the garden.

Suddenly, Mrs. Bradley gave a shriek. "Has Kong gone into my garden? Where is he?" We looked around and there was no sign of my four-legged companion. I rushed to the garden followed by Mrs. Bradley and others. Just as I thought, Kong had marched over the rose beds and made a mess around the nursery of the winter flowers!

"Kong!" I screamed. Though most of the time I saved Kong after his mischief, it was too much for me to bear on that day. The brat just ruined my prestige! SIGH!!

Kong, without even glancing at me, took some flowers in his mouth and went to Mike. Kong, silently put the flowers near his feet and started wagging his tail innocently. I was just about to unleash my anger on him, when Mrs. Bradley interrupted, "Don't scold Kong. He just wanted to give Mike some presents. He understood it's his birthday." She solemnly looked at Kong and if I am not wrong, her eyes were moist. Kong barked softly as if to say, "Yes". Mike looked at his mom and then stared at the dog that was still wagging his tail and looking at Mike humbly. A smile came on his face.