Page 12 - My FlipBook
P. 12
Men, women and children all sneezed and from “You think Sleepy might have woken up?” one
their sniffles and ever more sniffles their noses of them said. “Is Sleepy awake?” another one beside
had become red, like beetroots. him also asked.
Stamatis, a boy of eight also got the sniffles “Oh my, oh my, Sleepy is up!” five or six spoke
and so he would not go to school, and having no in one voice.
choice, he stayed home. Suddenly three sneezes, one after the other,
Bored as he was he sat near the window so he sounded.
could see outside. He was looking for something to “Bless you!” everyone said out of habit.
play with so he began drawing on his breath’s “Thank you!” a rasping voice answered.
imprint on the cold windowpane. Not a long time “Who, who is it?” one shouted and then all
after that he heard a noise as if someone had together.
sneezed really loudly and had coughed even louder. “It is me, Sleepy, the volcano.”
Stamatis squeezed his nose against the “Sleepy… It’s Sleepy!” a frightened whisper
windowpane and looked outside. In the distance, loomed amongst the people.
smoke and rocks flew out of the small volcano. “It’s too cold! Brrr! I have caught a really
“Mom, dad, come quickly!” Stamatis shouted, nasty cold! I got the sniffles!” the volcano said and
half-scared. sneezed once more.
Within moments many people had gathered “Bless you!” the people spoke again.
outside the house, each speaking his own mind. “What a mess! I have no mom to take care of
me!” the volcano whimpered.
