A Role Model
The moon has bidden the sky goodbye, paving way for its arch rival---the sun. The moon has turned reddish in the eastern sky like a big round, well ripen orange. This is the time the morning trumpeters, the c***s, stretched their necks out to announce the birth of a new dawn at Iddo town. But because Government Boys College was situated at the extreme-outskirt of the town, the crows of the c***s and other noises couldn’t pollute its morning air. Apart from the chirping of wild birds, insects and the croaking of toads in raining seasons, no other major noise to disturb the students’ ears from outside of the school compound. The state Government had built the school in such a serene environment for proper assimilation of the students.
It was the morning of a moderate raining
