Henry's Binoculars

Little Henry was the smallest in his family but tallest in his class. He was the only giraffe in his entire class. All his classmates were shorter than him- Jim the lion’s cub, Tim the tiger’s cub, Carrie the bear’s cub, Zazoo the alligator’s kid, Trippy the pythons’ kid, Billy the hornbills’ kid and everybody else.

Little Henry was so tall that at times he couldn’t see his classmates well from above. They did something else but he thought it was something else. Henry had to strain his neck all the time. His neck pained every time he strained too much. At times Billy the hornbill used to fly all the way to Henry’s head and tell him what they were showing him. But by the time Little Henry understood what they were doing they were already doing something else.

Little Henry felt really sad.

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One night Little Henry was sitting in his bed looking very sad. His father came and sat beside him and asked him, “Son, why do you look so sad?”

Henry sniffed, “I can’t see what all my friends do. I miss out on all the fun.

At times I dislike my long neck!”

Henry’s father said, “But long necks are very useful. When I was in school I once rescued a small bird trapped in a tree.We see things that are farther and we see them before the others can.”

Henry sighed, “But what about the things that are nearer?”

Little Henry still looked very sad.

His father left Henry alone for a while and went to his room.

When he came back he had something in his hand. He handed the case to Little Henry and asked him to open it.

Little Henry opened it and found a pair of glasses. He looked at his father puzzled. His father insisted him to put them on.

Little Henry put them on. To his surprise he saw that the glasses were binocular glasses. He could see all farer things closely and close things closer and clearer. Little Henry became very happy.

The next day when he went to school he put on his binocular glasses. He could now see all that he couldn’t see earlier. Billy the hornbill no longer had to fly up to Henry’s head and tell him what they had just done. He was there for all the things that his friends did.

From then on Little Henry was the happiest and so were his friends!

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