Replace the mustache with a unicorn horn

The Moustache
by Robert Cormier

At the last minute Annie couldn't go. She was invaded by one of those twenty-four-hour flu bugs
that sent her to bed with a fever, moaning about the fact that she'd also have to break her date
with Handsome Harry Arnold that night. We call him Handsome Harry because he's actually
handsome, but he's also a nice guy, cool, and he doesn't treat me like Annie's kid brother, which I
am, but like a regular person. Anyway, I had to go to Lawnrest alone that afternoon. But first of
all I had to stand inspection. My mother lined me up against the wall. She stood there like a one-
man firing squad, which is kind of funny because she's not like a man at all, she's very feminine,
and we have this great relationship -- I mean, I feel as if she really likes me. I realize that sounds
strange, but I know guys whose mothers love them and cook special stuff for them and worry
about them and all but there's something missing in their relationship.
Anyway. She frowned and started the routine.
"That hair," she said. Then admitted: "Well, at least you combed it."
I sighed. I have discovered that it's better to sigh than argue.
"And that moustache." She shook her head. "I still say a seventeen-year-old has no business
wearing a moustache."
"It's an experiment," I said. "I just wanted to see if I could grow one." To tell the truth, I had
proved my point about being able to grow a decent moustache, but I also had learned to like it.
"It's costing you money, Mike," she said.
"I know, I know."
The money was a reference to the movies. The Downtown Cinema has a special Friday night
offer -- half price admission for high school couples, seventeen or younger. But the woman in the
box office took one look at my moustache and charged me full price. Even when I showed her
my driver's license. She charged full admission for Cindy's ticket, too, which left me practically
broke and unable to take Cindy out for a hamburger with the crowd afterward. That didn’t help
matters, because Cindy has been getting impatient recently about things like the fact that I don't
own my own car and have to concentrate on my studies if I want to win that college scholarship,
for instance. Cindy wasn't exactly crazy about the moustache, either.
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muunchon ko ek genda sing se badalen

munch
robert cormear dwaara

aakhri minute main ani nahin ja saki.vah un choubees ghante ke flu keede main se ek dwaara akraman kiya gaya tha
isane use bukhaar ke saath bistar par bhej diya, is tathy ke bare main vilaap karte hue ki use bhi apni taarikh todna hoga
us raat harry arnold ke saath.ham use sundar harry kehete hai kyonki vah vastav main he
sundar, lekin vah bhi ek acha ladkaa he, shant he, or vah mujhe ani ke bachche ke bhai kii tarah nahin maanata he, jo main
main, lekin ek niyamit vyakti kii tarah.vaise bhi, mujhe us dopaher akele lonrest janaa tha.lekin sabase pehle
sabhi mujhe nirikshan karnaa tha.meri maan ne mujhe diwaar ke khilaaf khadaa kiya.vah ek kii tarah vahaan khadi thi-
main firing squad, jo ek tarah se mazaakia he kyonki vah ek aadmi kii tarah nahin he, vah bahut strain he,
or hamaare paas yah mahaan rishta he - meraa matlab he, mujhe lagata he jaise vah vastav main mujhe pasand karti he.mujhe ehsaas he ki lagata he
ajeeb he, lekin main un logon ko jaanata hum jinaki maa unhen pyaar karti hai or unke liye vishesh saamaan pakaaen or chintaa karen
unke bare main or sabhi lekin unke rishte main kuch gaayab he.
phir bhi.vah dub gai or dincharya shuru kar di.
"vah bal," usne kaha.phir sweekaar kiya: "thik he, kam se kam aapane ise kanghee kii."
maine aah bhari.mujhe pataa chalaa he ki bahes se behatar he.
"or vah moonchhen."usne apana sir hilaayaa."main abhi bhi kahata hum ki ek satraa varshiya kaa koi vyavsaay nahin he
moonchhen pahane hue. ”
"yah ek prayog he," maine kaha."main sirf yah dekhnaa chahta tha ki kya main ek bad saktaa hum."sach bataane ke liye, mere paas tha
ek sabhy moonchhen badhaane main sakasham hone ke bare main meri baat sabit hui, lekin maine ise pasand karnaa bhi siikhaa tha.
"yah aapako paise kii laagat he, mike," usne kaha.
"main jaanata hoon mujhe pataa he."
paisa filmon kaa ek sandarbh tha.downtaun cinema main shuukravaar kii raat ek vishesh he
prastaav - hai skool jodon, satraa yaa usase kam umr ke liye aadha mulya pravesh.lekin mahila main
box offis ne meri muunchon par ek nazar daali or mujhe puri keemat di.yahaan tak ki jab maine use dikhaaya
mere driver kaa license.usne syndi ke tikat ke liye purna pravesh kaa bhi aarope lagaaya, jisane mujhe vyaavhaarik rup se chhod diya
toote or baad main bheed ke saath ek hamburger ke liye syndi ko baahar nikaalane main asamarth.isse madad nahin mili
maamalon, kyonki syndi haal hi main is tathy jaisi chizon ke bare main adheer ho rahi he ki main nahin karata
yadi main us college kii chaatravrutti ko jeetna chahta hum, to apni khud kii car kii khud kii or apni padhai par dhyaan kendrit karnaa hoga,
udhaaharan ke liye.syndi muunchon ke bare main bilkul pagal nahin thi, yaa to.
user
antim samay main, ani ek gande choubees ghante ke flu ke saath biimaar pad gai, jisase mujhe lonrest se nipatane ke liye chhod diya gaya.handsam harry arnold ke saath ani kii taarikh ko radd karnaa padaa, or main madad nahin kar saktaa tha, lekin unki yojanaon par jhapatta maarane ke liye aparaadh kaa ek judaav mahasoos karata tha.phir bhi, mujhe dopaher ke saahasik kaary kaa saamana karnaa padaa.

baahar jane se pehle, mujhe apni maa se saamaanya nirikshan ko sahanaa padaa.usne mujhe diwaar ke khilaaf khadaa kiya, ek mahila firing daste kii bhoomika nibhaai.yah ek tarah se manoranjak tha kyonki usne stritv ko moort rup diya tha, phir bhi hamane ek adbhut bandhan saajha kiya.mujhe aisa laga ki vah vastav main mujhe pasand karti he, jo ajeeb lag sakati he, lekin maine anya logon ko un maataaon ke saath dekha he jo unhen pyaar or vishesh vyavhaar ke saath snaan karte hai, phir bhi kuch mahatvapurn gaayab lagata he.

jaise hi nirikshan shuru hua, meri maa kii dub gai."vah bal," usne tippanee kii, uski asweekruti ko chhipaane main asamarth."thik he, kam se kam aapane ise kanghee kii," usne anichhaa se sweekaar kiya.

ek aah bhari, main bahes karne se behatar jaanata tha.yah ek aisi kala thi jise maine samay ke saath maharath hasil kii thi.

"or us genda horn," usne apane sir ko asweekaar kar diya."main abhi bhi is baat ko banaae rakhata hum ki ek satraa varshiya ke paas is tarah ke kaalpanik saamaan kaa koi vyavsaay nahin he."

"yah meri anuthi style kaa ek bayaan he," maine khud kaa bachaav kiya."main sirf yah dekhnaa chahta tha ki kya main ise khinch saktaa hum."sach kaha jaae, to maine pehle se hi sanakee or jaadui ko gale lagane ke bare main apni baat sabit kar di thi, or main apane rajasi genda horn ke shaukeen ho gaya tha.

"yah aapako paise kii laagat he, mike," usne mujhe yaad dilaayaa, uski aawaaj main chintaa spasht he.

"mujhe pataa he, mujhe pataa he," maine jawaab diya, vittiya parinaamon ko sweekaar karte hue.yah sab filmon ke liye hamaari yojanaon se judaa hua he.downtaun cinema main ek vishesh shuukravaar kii raat kaa prastaav tha, jo hai skool ke jodon ke satraa yaa usase kam umr ke liye aadha mulya kaa pravesh pradaan karata tha.durbhaagya se, box offis par mahila ne mere unicorn horn par ek nazar daali or ham donon ko puri keemat par charge kiya, tab bhi jab maine use apane driver kaa license dikhaaya.isane mujhe vyaavhaarik rup se tod diya, syndi ko hamaare doston ke saath ek film ke baad ke hamburger kaa ilaaj karne main asamarth.

syndi haal hi main adheer ho rahi thi, vishesh rup se vyaktigat parivahan kii kami or college chaatravrutti ke liye adhyayan ke liye meri bhakthi ke bare main.unicorn horn ne mujhe uske saath koi atirikt ank nahin arjeet nahin kiya, mujhe sweekaar karnaa chahie.
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muunchon ko ek genda sing se badalen

munch
robert cormear dwaara

aakhri minute main ani nahin ja saki.vah un choubees ghante ke flu keede main se ek dwaara akraman kiya gaya tha
isane use bukhaar ke saath bistar par bhej diya, is tathy ke bare main vilaap karte hue ki use bhi apni taarikh todna hoga
us raat harry arnold ke saath.ham use sundar harry kehete hai kyonki vah vastav main he
sundar, lekin vah bhi ek acha ladkaa he, shant he, or vah mujhe ani ke bachche ke bhai kii tarah nahin maanata he, jo main
main, lekin ek niyamit vyakti kii tarah.vaise bhi, mujhe us dopaher akele lonrest janaa tha.lekin sabase pehle
sabhi mujhe nirikshan karnaa tha.meri maan ne mujhe diwaar ke khilaaf khadaa kiya.vah ek kii tarah vahaan khadi thi-
main firing squad, jo ek tarah se mazaakia he kyonki vah ek aadmi kii tarah nahin he, vah bahut strain he,
or hamaare paas yah mahaan rishta he - meraa matlab he, mujhe lagata he jaise vah vastav main mujhe pasand karti he.mujhe ehsaas he ki lagata he
ajeeb he, lekin main un logon ko jaanata hum jinaki maa unhen pyaar karti hai or unke liye vishesh saamaan pakaaen or chintaa karen
unke bare main or sabhi lekin unke rishte main kuch gaayab he.
phir bhi.vah dub gai or dincharya shuru kar di.
"vah bal," usne kaha.phir sweekaar kiya: "thik he, kam se kam aapane ise kanghee kii."
maine aah bhari.mujhe pataa chalaa he ki bahes se behatar he.
"or vah moonchhen."usne apana sir hilaayaa."main abhi bhi kahata hum ki ek satraa varshiya kaa koi vyavsaay nahin he
moonchhen pahane hue. ”
"yah ek prayog he," maine kaha."main sirf yah dekhnaa chahta tha ki kya main ek bad saktaa hum."sach bataane ke liye, mere paas tha
ek sabhy moonchhen badhaane main sakasham hone ke bare main meri baat sabit hui, lekin maine ise pasand karnaa bhi siikhaa tha.
"yah aapako paise kii laagat he, mike," usne kaha.
"main jaanata hoon mujhe pataa he."
paisa filmon kaa ek sandarbh tha.downtaun cinema main shuukravaar kii raat ek vishesh he
prastaav - hai skool jodon, satraa yaa usase kam umr ke liye aadha mulya pravesh.lekin mahila main
box offis ne meri muunchon par ek nazar daali or mujhe puri keemat di.yahaan tak ki jab maine use dikhaaya
mere driver kaa license.usne syndi ke tikat ke liye purna pravesh kaa bhi aarope lagaaya, jisane mujhe vyaavhaarik rup se chhod diya
toote or baad main bheed ke saath ek hamburger ke liye syndi ko baahar nikaalane main asamarth.isse madad nahin mili
maamalon, kyonki syndi haal hi main is tathy jaisi chizon ke bare main adheer ho rahi he ki main nahin karata
yadi main us college kii chaatravrutti ko jeetna chahta hum, to apni khud kii car kii khud kii or apni padhai par dhyaan kendrit karnaa hoga,
udhaaharan ke liye.syndi muunchon ke bare main bilkul pagal nahin thi, yaa to.</s>
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antim samay main, ani ek gande choubees ghante ke flu ke saath biimaar pad gai, jisase mujhe lonrest se nipatane ke liye chhod diya gaya.handsam harry arnold ke saath ani kii taarikh ko radd karnaa padaa, or main madad nahin kar saktaa tha, lekin unki yojanaon par jhapatta maarane ke liye aparaadh kaa ek judaav mahasoos karata tha.phir bhi, mujhe dopaher ke saahasik kaary kaa saamana karnaa padaa.

baahar jane se pehle, mujhe apni maa se saamaanya nirikshan ko sahanaa padaa.usne mujhe diwaar ke khilaaf khadaa kiya, ek mahila firing daste kii bhoomika nibhaai.yah ek tarah se manoranjak tha kyonki usne stritv ko moort rup diya tha, phir bhi hamane ek adbhut bandhan saajha kiya.mujhe aisa laga ki vah vastav main mujhe pasand karti he, jo ajeeb lag sakati he, lekin maine anya logon ko un maataaon ke saath dekha he jo unhen pyaar or vishesh vyavhaar ke saath snaan karte hai, phir bhi kuch mahatvapurn gaayab lagata he.

jaise hi nirikshan shuru hua, meri maa kii dub gai."vah bal," usne tippanee kii, uski asweekruti ko chhipaane main asamarth."thik he, kam se kam aapane ise kanghee kii," usne anichhaa se sweekaar kiya.

ek aah bhari, main bahes karne se behatar jaanata tha.yah ek aisi kala thi jise maine samay ke saath maharath hasil kii thi.

"or us genda horn," usne apane sir ko asweekaar kar diya."main abhi bhi is baat ko banaae rakhata hum ki ek satraa varshiya ke paas is tarah ke kaalpanik saamaan kaa koi vyavsaay nahin he."

"yah meri anuthi style kaa ek bayaan he," maine khud kaa bachaav kiya."main sirf yah dekhnaa chahta tha ki kya main ise khinch saktaa hum."sach kaha jaae, to maine pehle se hi sanakee or jaadui ko gale lagane ke bare main apni baat sabit kar di thi, or main apane rajasi genda horn ke shaukeen ho gaya tha.

"yah aapako paise kii laagat he, mike," usne mujhe yaad dilaayaa, uski aawaaj main chintaa spasht he.

"mujhe pataa he, mujhe pataa he," maine jawaab diya, vittiya parinaamon ko sweekaar karte hue.yah sab filmon ke liye hamaari yojanaon se judaa hua he.downtaun cinema main ek vishesh shuukravaar kii raat kaa prastaav tha, jo hai skool ke jodon ke satraa yaa usase kam umr ke liye aadha mulya kaa pravesh pradaan karata tha.durbhaagya se, box offis par mahila ne mere unicorn horn par ek nazar daali or ham donon ko puri keemat par charge kiya, tab bhi jab maine use apane driver kaa license dikhaaya.isane mujhe vyaavhaarik rup se tod diya, syndi ko hamaare doston ke saath ek film ke baad ke hamburger kaa ilaaj karne main asamarth.

syndi haal hi main adheer ho rahi thi, vishesh rup se vyaktigat parivahan kii kami or college chaatravrutti ke liye adhyayan ke liye meri bhakthi ke bare main.unicorn horn ne mujhe uske saath koi atirikt ank nahin arjeet nahin kiya, mujhe sweekaar karnaa chahie.</s>
