Kobi looked up at the post then pointed out the bright green and black insect that was hanging there.
‘Granny! A cricket!’ Kobi called.
‘Huh?’ Granny asked.
She bent down and looked through her huge, thick glasses.
‘No, it’s not. It’s a grasshopper,’ Granny muttered.
Kobi’s shoulders sank and disappointment etched across his face.
Granny moved her glasses up and down, ‘maybe a locust,’ she added thoughtfully, ‘but not a cricket. Too big.’
‘Awww, I really wanted a lucky cricket,’ Kobi sighed.
Granny smiled, ‘We’d have to go out of town to find one of them. Crickets don’t like all this noise.’
Kobi pulled a face.
‘Why do you need luck?’ Granny asked.
‘For the maths test,’ he replied.
Granny took his hand, ‘I can think of better lucky things for that,’ she answered and led him away.
(Inspired from: https://rochellewisoff.com/2017/03/08/5881/ PHOTO PROMPT © Shaktiki Sharma, with thanks.)
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