UNDER THE RUG – A Narrative Paragraph
Written By: Zehra Nasirali
Date: 12th February, 1998

For: Ms. Houslander

Course: ENG-2AI

 

      Creak!! The man opened the door to his library. He smelled a distinctive odour in the stuffy atmosphere. As he switched on the light, he could hear squeaking noises.
      "Oh! Oh! Oh! No!!," came the vexed reply. The library was a wreck; the books were lying on the floor and they were all torn, tattered and half eaten. The floor next to the lamp and the edges of the desk were chewed upon. There were scratches on the wall and pencil eraser stubs on the floor.

      Mr. Shelby cried out in a disturbed tone, "How many times do I have to get rid of you, you... you hairy, four-legged, evil beast?" It had been two weeks and already it was back. The lean, lanky and suspenders-wearing man now had his fists and jaws clenched. His big eyes were open as wide as ever. Just then he heard a shrilling squeal and detected motion from the corner of his eye. In a great outrage, he turned around rapidly knocking down a jelly bean jar off his desk. Then, there it was - under the rug. He grabbed a wooden chairr and pounced over it. The big lump escaped and was now starting to run. The middle-aged man, now really agitated, went after it with the chair high above his head. The motion of this large, grey rat caused a lamp and table to wobble, and its wire to come out from underneath the rug. Engrossed in the chase, he tripped over the wire. He fell on the creaky, wooden floor and with his weight contributing to the chewed outline of that specific area, the lonesome man fell right down to the foundation of his house. With no way out, he was surrounded by termites and cobwebs. No one ever inquired about Mr. Shelby and till today no one has ever seen, heard or knows of his whereabouts. The mystery still remains unsolved.

 

Score: 90%

 

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