It was two hours since I hit the sack when I heard a flap. I woke up and saw the trail of my books walking away. I was appalled!
They went across the main gate discreetly. I smelled a rat but before I could ask them what the matter is, they ran away and turned deaf ears towards me. I scrambled out of my bed. My books looked pensive and infuriated as they headed towards the parking area. I couldn’t believe my eyes, the Lancer car I coloured the other day popped out as a real one, all books sat in and vroom they were gone.
I jumped in my car and drove as fast as I could. I eavesdropped and overheard them saying that my book rack was gloomy and suffocating, so they were moving to the mall’s bookstore
With my window opened, I cried out loud and promised to keep them meticulously in a tranquil ventilated well-lit place,
I returned home with my precious treasure. Without losing a minute, I made a book rack out of scrap cardboard, glue, paint and glitter. It looked terrific and stunned my books
“A room without books is like a body without soul”