Babar’s Dog
By: Sanilyn Grace T. Zamora
Babar is a good boy. Even though they were poor, he grew up to be a loving kid. He had a dog whom he loved so dearly. He named him Akbar.
“Here Akbar fetch this,” he said.
Akbar ran and returned with a stick on his mouth.
“Good boy, you’re a smart dog, aren’t you?”
One day when Babar called for his dog, he noticed that there was no answer nor any barkings of Akbar.
“What could have happened to him?” he thought.
So he went backdoor to check with Akbar. He was so sad upon seeing his dog lying on the ground. He ran towards the poor animal and cried. Akbar did not bark he just whimpered.
“Mama, come, quick, Akbar is sick Mama, hurry please, he’s dying.” He cried aloud.
“Babar, what’s the matter? What’s going on?” his mother said.
“Oh, no Akbar got an animal disease. We can’t get him to the doctor for we don’t have money, son. But I have water, here give it to him so he can drink. Babar fed the dog but, the dog refused.
“There’s nothing we can do Babar,” his mother said.
Eventually, Akbar died and Babar became very sad and lonely. One day, as Babar rested under a tree, near the river, he heard shouting and giggling and screaming of the children. He went near them and he saw a poor little dog. He saw that the dog was very thin and his body is full of sores. The children were bullying the dog.
“Does this ugly thing look like a dog to you?” one of the kid interjected.
“Hahaha,” the children laughed at him.
As the children left, Babar went toward the dying dog and carried him home. Babar kept the dog as his own and from that day on the bay was very happy and he called his new found pet, Asoka.
Each single day Babar could see that his dog was beginning to be fat. He could notice that his sores were gradually fading away. While Babar and his new found friend, Asoka was sitting under a tree, Babar brushed Asoka’s fur. Suddenly, he noticed something that glittered inside Asoka’s coat. Curios as little boys are, he picked it up and the moment he pulled it up, Asoka turned into a beautiful maiden.
“Who are you?” Babar said.
“Where is Asoka? What did you do to him?” he added.
“Hello, Babar, I am Leeka, the princess of Fairywenda. I cannot thank enough for saving my life. If it not for your kindness, I wouldn’t be whole again. Because of your big heart, you were able to spot the golden fleece from my fur. As a sign of gratitude, whisper something to that fleece and whatever your heart desires it will surely be granted.” The fairy said in a very soft voice. Then she disappeared.
“I wish to see Akbar again,” he thought.
Before he could even open his eyes he heard a very familiar sound panting below him. It’s from Akbar.
“Akbar, you’re back!” Babar exclaimed joyfully.
Just by a single streak of kindness, Babar was able to have his wish granted. Who knows? You might be able to have your wish granted like Babar, if you keep on doing kind things.
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