by Yash Dadarya
It was a bright sunny morning. I was playing outside when a drop dropped on me. I thought, 'How can it be raining on a bright, sunny day?!' But it was not rain! The drop was golden. It got the colour from the sun. Then one more drop dropped on me and then another.
Now, I got a bucket and put it on the grass. The drops fell in it.
I asked my parents about it. They didn't know what was going on and said “It must be normal water. How can a drop come from the sun and how can it be of golden colour?'
I went to many libraries to search for a book on golden drops. After much hard work I found one book about golden drops. I was excited! It was written in the book that such drops come from the sun and they drop once in a century. Whoever sees them is the only person to see them. If other people see these drops, they will look like normal water drops to them.
It was also written in the book that whoever sees these drops is a very lucky person.
So I was excited and felt lucky and kept the book and golden water a secret.
Yash is 10 years old. He is a storyteller and reader at The Shepherd of Readersburg’s Story Club and Reading Club.
A place called Golden Drops
by Siddharth Kataria
It was hot and golden drops were falling on the land. This place was named Golden Drops. There were coconut trees. There were people exercising.
There were kids rolling on the grass. I was so happy to be in Golden Drops.
Siddharth is 8 years old. He is a storyteller and reader at The Shepherd of Readersburg’s Story Club and Reading Club.
The golden drop
by Amal Bokare
One day, I woke up at 6am. When I got out of my room, it was too bright outside. I said, “Why is it so bright outside?” I went outside to the lawn and saw the sun. It was big! Then, a golden drop fell on the tiles in the garden. It burnt two tiles.
I said, “I have to cool the sun!”
Next Morning, I was going to my cousin's house by airplane.
I opened the window and whooosh! I threw the water on the sun. It cooled down. And it was less hot.
Amal is 8 years old. He is a storyteller at The Shepherd of Readersburg’s Story Club.
My golden bicycle
by Gauri Patel
It was very hot in April. This was bad because it is usually hot in May.
One day in April I was riding my bicycle on the street. Suddenly a drop fell from somewhere. It was a golden drop. It came from the sun. Oh My God! The sun was melting!
The drop fell on my bicycle and changed it completely. It became golden. The helmet also became golden. I wore it and started riding my bicycle again.
Everyone saw my bicycle and said, “Wow!”
Gauri is 10 years old. She is a storyteller at The Shepherd of Readersburg’s Story Club.
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