The tablecloth who liked grumbling

Once upon a time there lived a beautiful and strange tablecloth. She was so strange that she never let to put food on her?

“What a shame! Who has put this slimy hen on my beautiful flowers?” she cried, “I have told you I can't stand the smell of hen. Now, what did you come to? Soon I will be all in oil spots.”

But nobody listened to her; furthermore, they brought more plates full of food.

“Now they'll put soup on me. Oh, and I will get wrinkled,” the tablecloth yelled with such a force that the dishes fell down.

…“Ma, this tablecloth is very dirty. We better change it,” said the children.

“Really, so many spots”, said the mother and put the tablecloth away.

Soon the guests gathered and the party began. And only the dirty selfish tablecloth lay unhappily at the bottom of the basket together with other items to be washed.

Nareh Aghababyan

11 years old