And finally, let me present Mr. Elefant, the baby elephant, the last of Pup's friends. He too wanted to know where our hero was going.

And this is Mr. Tyger, the tiger cub. The fifth friend Pup runs into on his way to school. Kinda cute, isn't he?

This is the fourth friend, Mr. Lion that Pup bumps into on his way to school. A close friend of our protagonist!

A poem inspired by one penned by  The Ambrosia, 'Behind Me...'

Stay away.......

It's my behind.

Pinch me not.

Hold your breath...

I'm about to explode...

I'm your skunk.

Who are you?

The -ss.gas......

Free, liberated, wandering!

So just stand behind my behind.

You know I love beans...

And now it seeps through.

I respond.

I fill the air...

And I fill your nose. 

So....

That's 'nuff of the smelly stuff!

Hi! Meet Mr. Bear, the third of Pup's friends. He meets him on his way to school.

Friends, I don't know how to react to this piece of news.

ManMohan Singh ( who else but the Puppet!) has promised that his government will dole out some few crore rupees for the welfare of the widows and orphans of terrorists (yeah you have read correctly, grant for the terrorists and  not for the victims of terrorists...)  who have been killed in police/ military encounters.

Have you heard anything more outrageous?

Only two days back he was here in Ahmedabad with that  'insult to senses' firang woman trying to console the victims of  the recent serial bomb blasts. He is supposedly have told one of the victims, 'Aap bach gaye wo hi ganimat samjho'.(Divya Bhaskar, Monday) Naturally. Inspite of the government spending tax-payers' money to support terrorists' families, it's a wonder we are all OK. I mean I am a qualified surgeon, and yet I am not so sure about my kids' future if something were to happen to me. I am in private practice and I won't be getting any pension. But not so if you are a terrorist. Your family will be well looked after by the Oh-so-magnanimous Indian government, if you were to be felled by the bullets of your friendly neighbourhood Mannu. Or if you decide to blow yourself up in a crowded street as a suicide bomber. So dear terrorists, now you can go ahead and kill as many of us as you want... Spread the word around that there is no need to worry about your dependents. The UPA government is there to look after them.

Imagine these scenes.

Scene one...

A burqua clad woman enters government treasury office. With a dozen and a half kids, a few of them playing with live grenades and another few playing with AK-47s. She is wailing...

 'Arrey Bilal ke abba, hum ko akela chhod kar kaise chaley gaye... Abhi to Bilal ko theek se AK-47 chalana bhi naheen sikhya tha... Aur yeh chhota Mujaffar to abhi grenades se khel raha hai...'

 Then a pagdi clad sardar emerges from his room, 'Fikar not behan ji, Aap ke khavind kaise guzar gaye? Unko koi bimari thi kya?'

" Arrey bimari se marey tu, teri Firang malkin... Mere shauhar to bade terrorist they aur dekho yeh paper ka cutting... Kaise apne aap ko suicide bomb se uda diya hai... Yeh sar ka peechhla hissa unhi ka hai...'

The turbanator smiles understandingly. and indulgently too: ' Oh yeh gal hai... tussi is taraf aa jao,  thwadde waste to yeh special window khol rakhha hai hamne...  Oye kake Bilal, tu sanu ae das; tu kaun seschool vich padhta hai?'

'Mannu chacha, abhi to mein Madrase mein sikhta hoon,'

'Koi gal nahin kake, assi tennu Pakistan bhejanga, jo bhi terrorist camp aap ko bharti karta hai, uski fees bhi saddhi Hindustan di sarker degi...'

While this drama is being enacted, another woman enters. She starts complaining, ' Mere pati BSF ke jawanthey, terrorist ke saath ladhtey ladhtey shahid ho gaye.. Ab hamara koi nahin hai.'

 The turbanator calls the security guard and asks to throw that woman out .' Na jaane kahaan kahaan se aa jatey hain... Ham ne koi theka le rakkha hai kya?'

And here is Mr Fox, the second of Pup's friends that he bumps into on his way to school...

Wipe them out off the face of our planet... That's the only solution... The show down is one step closer... The inevitable is just round the corner. Just one bite up the wrong shin and there u are... Mark my words. On whose side are you?

Friends, here is another of the characters that I sketched for my son's 'story'... he is Mr. Rabbit, who meets Pup as he starts for his school....

Friends, what follows is a series of pics... They are the pics of the cartoon characters I created for a story that my son 'wrote' when he was in kinder garten. I am putting up a post after a long time and hopefully that will make you guys a little less angry with me...

 Here is the first one, the Pup....