The Malicious Monocle

The market was busier than usual that day when Orangutan and Zebu arrived. The upcoming festival for Durga had people stocking up for family feasts as best as they were able. Orangutan stood in the centre of his stall calling out his wares and prices.

“Bananas for 2 annas or half a rupee for a bunch.”

“Mangoes for 1/2 an anna or 4 mangoes for 3 anna.”

“Cinnamon sticks for 10 ruppes or a bundle of 6 sticks for 3 mohur and 5 rupees.”

In between hawking his goods and serving customers Orangutan would wipe his monocle rather ostentatiously on his gleaming fur.

Zebu use their meagre funds to purchase supplies for the next week. After buying supplies for both his and Orangutan’s families he strolled past the cobbler to look and dream. For the last fortnight the cobbler had had a quad of jaunty jodphur boots on display at his stall. The jaunty jodphurs were made of the most supply leather dyed a bellicose shade of purple. Across the toes in thread of gold were stitched a delicate paisley design.

I arrived at my co-operating school today only to be told by the secretary that there is standardised testing occuring in all of the 8th grade classrooms today. I set this day and time with the my co-op teacher a few weeks ago. Why couldn’t he email or call me to let me know it wasn’t going to be a good day?

 I finally managed to fall asleep last night. I’m feeling pretty rested actually, so I must have pretty much fallen into a coma when I dozed off. The mug of coffee in front of me will take care of any remaining issues I might have with staying awake this morning. I get to leave work in about an hour to do some classroom observation. I really hope it goes well. I have three more lessons that I need to teach and I just want to get them over with and move on to the student teaching portion of the game show.

I realized that my Monocle post from early this morning may end up being out of sequence. Oh well. I’ll put them in order on the official page.