Apologise
Story by Kewalin Chumchangthong Illustrated by Jenjira Ketwongwiriya
Kidbuak Publishing
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Editorial Team Premika Suwanwootichai, Suthasinee Chuawongkorkerd Art Director Nutthaphol Chaiwat
Graphic Designer Benjamas Srichan, Chanisara Haleebootra, Natchaya Wongsununt, Narongtham Sukasame
Story by Kewalin Chumchangthong Translated by Premika Suwanwootichai Illustrated by Jenjira Ketwongwiriya
This morning, in Mummy’s garden, Chakhram was sprawling on the ground and playing with his toys.
Chaphlu ran this way but did not notice his brother, so he stumbled and fell to the ground.
Chaphlu cried out loudly, “Brother hurt me!”
Chakhram yelled, “It wasn’t on purpose!”
Mummy Prim told the little brother, “He didn’t know that you were coming, so he couldn’t get out of your way fast enough.”
And Mummy told the big brother, “He is hurt so badly that he can’t think straight. Let’s settle this nicely.”
“I’m angry!” said Chakhram.
“I’m also angry!” said Chaphlu.
They shouted the words without looking at each other.
“Look! The angry monster made your faces red, your eyebrows furrowed and your lips frowned. Now your faces are sullen. I think we should bury the angry monster.”
“Repeat after me.”
Mummy led them to jump on a pile of clay.
The children repeated after Mummy Prim.
“Jump, jump, until the angry monster slips out.”
”Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Bury it down here.”
“Come on! Do it again,” said Mummy.
“Jump, jump, until the angry monster slips out.”
”Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Bury it down here.”
“Come on! Do it again.”
“Jump, jump...”
“Hahaha,”
they burst out laughing.
“Now you’re laughing.
Your faces are not red. Your eyebrows are not furrowed. And your lips are not frowned. That means the angry monster was already buried in the soil,” said Mummy. Now Chakhram and Chaphlu felt better. They looked at each other.
“I’m sorry I talked to you badly,” said Chaphlu.
“I’m sorry I sat in your way,” said Chakhram.
“Let’s forgive each other, okay?” said Mummy Prim. Yes, yes,” both of them replied at the same time.
Chakhram and Chaphlu collected the clay that became soft after being stomped on, and moulded it into flowerpots. Meanwhile, they wondered where else they could bury the angry monster in, aside from the soil.
Place it under the big rock.
Put it in the bucket and tightly close the lid.
Stuff it under the pillow and sleep on it.
Where else can you keep the angry monster?
But do not keep it with you.
When you do not have the angry monster, you will feel a lot nicer and happier. The brothers agreed on this.
Kewalin graduated from Srinakharinwirot University with a bachelor's degree of Arts in Children's Literature. She now works as an editor and writer conveying a sense of fun and happiness in her storybooks. After having created a lot of fun storybooks, she won many awards from various contests.
Jenjira is an illustrator, comic book artist and designer for children's books. She has lots of experience. Her talents are guaranteed by awards from the Office of the Basic Education Commission and other contests.
When Chakhram and Chaphlu knew how to get rid of their anger, they tried doing it. So, their sullen faces changed, and the anger was kept in the place they chose.Kewalin Chumchangthong