Change the characters to girls. Change Horse to Philippa and Max to Rachie

So Saturday morning we met at the High School subway
station. I got there first. Stuffed in my dad’s army surplus
knapsack was a blanket, a pillow, a paper bag with three
white-bread peanut butter-and-jelly sandwiches – that is,
lunch, supper, and Sunday breakfast. My pockets were full of
stick matches. I had an old flashlight, and since I lived by the
Scout’s motto – Be Prepared – I had brought along an
umbrella. Finally, being a serious reader, I had the latest
Marvel Family comics.
 Horse arrived next, his arms barely managing to hold on
to a mattress that seemed twice his size. As for food, he had
four cans of beans jammed into his pockets.
 Max came last. He was lugging a new knapsack that
contained a cast-iron frying pan, a packet of hot dogs, and a
box of saltine crackers – plus two bottles. One bottle was
mustard, the other, celery soda. He also had a bag of Tootsie
Rolls and a shiny hatchet. “To build a lean-to,” he explained.
 Max’s prize possession however was an official Scout
compass. “It’s really swell,” he told us, “You can’t ever get
lost with it. Got it at the Scout store.”
 “I hate that place,” Horse informed us. “It’s all new.
Nothing real.”
 “This compass is real,” Max retorted. “Points north all
the time. You can get cheaper ones, but they all point all
different directions.”
 “What’s so great about the north?” Horse said.
 “That’s always the way to go,” Max insisted.
 “Says who?” I demanded.
 “Mr. Brenkman, dummy.” Horse cried. “Anyway, there’s
always an arrow on maps pointing the way north.”
 “Cowboys live out west,” I reminded them. They didn’t
care.
 On the subway platform, we realized we did not know
which station we were heading for. To find out, we studied
the system map, which looked like a noodle factory hit by a
bomb. The place we wanted to go (north) was at the top of
the map, so I had to hoist Horse onto my shoulders for a
closer look. Since he refused to let go of his mattress – or the
tin cans in his pockets – it wasn’t easy. I asked him- in a
kindly fashion – to put the mattress down.
 No sooner did he find the station – 168th Street – than
our train arrived. We rushed on, only to have Horse scream,
“My mattress!” He had left it on the platform. Just before
the doors shut, he and I leaped off. Max, however, remained
on the train. Helplessly, we watched as his horror-stricken
face slid away from us. “Wait at the next station!” I
bellowed. “Don’t move!”
 The next train took forever to come. Then it took even
longer to get to the next stop. There was Max. All around
him – like fake snow in a glass ball – were crumbs. He’d
been so nervous he had eaten all his crackers.
 “Didn’t that make you thirsty?”
 “I drank my soda.”
 I noticed streaks down his cheeks. Horse noticed them
too. “You been crying?” he asked.
 Naw,” Max said. “There was this water dripping from
the tunnel roof. But, you said don’t move, right? Well, I was
just being obedient.”
 By the time we got on the next train – with all our
possessions – we had been traveling for an hour. But we had
managed to go only one stop.
During the ride, I got hungry. I pulled out one of my
sandwiches. With the jelly soaked through the bread, it
looked like a limp scab.
 Horse, envious, complained he was getting hungry.
“Eat some of your canned beans,” I suggested.
He got out one can without ripping his pocket too badly.
Then his face took on a mournful look.
 What’s the matter?” I asked.
 Forgot to bring a can opener.”
 Max said, “In the old days, people opened cans with
their teeth.”
 “You saying I don’t know history?”
 Always kind, I plopped half my sandwich into Horse’s
hand. He squashed it into his mouth and was quiet for the
next fifteen minutes. It proved something I’d always
believed: The best way to stop arguments is to get people to
eat peanut butter sandwiches. They can’t talk.
Then we became so absorbed in our Marvel Family
comics we missed our station. We got to it only by coming
back the other way. When we reached street level, the sky
was dark.
system
paatro ko ladakiyon main badalen.ghode ko philip or maiks main rachi main badalen

isliye shanivaar kii subah ham hai skool metro main mili
stesan.main pehle vahaan gaya.mere pitaaji kii sena adhishesh main bharwaan
napsac ek kambal, ek takiya, teen ke saath ek paper bag tha
safed-bread moongfalee kaa makkhan-or-jelly sandwich-arthath,
dopaher kaa bhojan, raat kaa khaanaa or ravivaar kaa naashtaa.meri jeb bhari hui thi
stick match.mere paas ek puraani torch thi, or jab se main rahata tha
scout kaa adarsh vaakya - taiyaar rahen - main ek saath laayaa tha
chaataa.ant main, ek gambhir pathak hone ke naate, mere paas naveenatam tha
maarval family comics.
 ghoda aage aa gaya, uski bahen mushkil se pakadaney ke liye prabandh kar rahi hai
ek gadde ke liye jo uske aakaar se doguna lag rahaa tha.bhojan ke liye, vah tha
beans ke chaar dibbe uski jeb main jam ho gaye.
 maiks aakhri baar aayaa tha.vah ek nayaa knapsack kar rahaa tha
ek cast-aayran fring pan, hot dogs kaa ek packet, or e
namak pataakhe kaa box - plus do bottlen.ek bottle thi
sarson, anya, ajwine soda.uske paas tots kaa ek bag bhi tha
role or ek chamakdaar hachet."ek dublaa banane ke liye," unhone samajhaayaa.
 maiks kaa puraskaar kabja haalanki ek aadhikarik scout tha
disha suchak yantra."yah vastav main prafullit he," unhone hamen bataaya, "aap kabhi bhi nahin mil sakate
iske saath kho gaya.scout store main mil gaya. ”
 "mujhe us jagah se nafrat he," ghode ne hamen suchit kiya."yah sab nayaa he.
kuch bhi nahin. ”
 "yah compass vaastavik he," maiks ne kaha.“sabhi uttar kii ore
samay.aap saste ho sakate hai, lekin ve sabhi sabhi ko ingit karte hai
alag -alag dishaaen. ”
 "uttar ke bare main kya bahut acha he?"ghode ne kaha.
 "yah hameshaa jane kaa rasta he," maiks ne jor dekar kaha.
 "koun kahata he?"maine maang kii.
 "shri.brincan, dami. ”ghoda royaa."vaise bhi, vahaan he
hameshaa maps par ek tir uttar kii ore ishaara karte hue. ”
 "couboy pashchim main rahete hai," maine unhen yaad dilaayaa.unhone nahin kiya
dekhbhaal.
 subway plateform par, hamen ehsaas hua ki ham nahin jaanate the
ham kis stesan ke liye ja rahe the.yah pataa lagane ke liye, hamane adhyayan kiya
system map, jo ek noodle factory kii tarah lag rahaa tha
bam.jis sthaan par ham janaa chaahate the (uttar) ke sheersh par tha
nakshaa, isliye mujhe apane kandhon par ghode ko fahraana padaa
kareeb se dekho.chunki unhone apane gadde ko jane dene se inkaar kar diya - yaa
uski jeb main tin ke dibbe - yah aasaan nahin tha.maine usase poocha- main
kripaya fishan - gadde ko neeche rakhane ke liye.
 koi jald hi vah stesan - 168 veen street - kii tulana main nahin mila
hamaari train aa gai.ham aage bade, keval ghode kii cheekh karne ke liye,
"meraa gadda!"unhone ise manch par chhod diya tha.se thik pehle
daravaaje band ho gaye, vah or maine chalaang lagaai.maiks, haalanki, bane rahe
train par.asahaay rup se, hamane uski daraavnee-trast ke rup main dekha
cheharaa hamase dur phisal gaya."agle stesan par ruko!"main
bolaa."mat karo!"
 agali train hameshaa ke liye aane main lag gai.phir yah bhi liya
agle padaav par jane ke liye.maiks tha.chaaro ore
use - ek kaanch kii gend main nakli barf kii tarah - crumbs the.vah nahin he
itnaa ghabara gaya ki usne apane sabhi pataakhe khaae the.
 "kya yah aapako pyaasa nahin karata he?"
 "maine apana soda pi liya."
 maine dekha ki uske gaal neeche lakeeren hai.ghode ne unhen dekha
bahut."aap ro rahe hai?"usne poocha.
 nava, ”maiks ne kaha.“yah pani tapakataa tha
surang kii chat.lekin, aapane kaha, sahi nahin he?khayr, main tha
bas aagyaakaari he. ”
 jab tak ham agali train main aae - hamaare sabhi ke saath
sampatti - ham ek ghante se yatra kar rahe the.lekin hamaare paas tha
keval ek stop par jane main kaamyaab rahaa.
sawari ke dauraan, mujhe bhukh lagi.maine meraa ek nikaala
sandwich.jelly ke saath roti ke madhyam se bhigoya, yah
ek langadaa scab kii tarah lag rahaa tha.
 ghoda, irshyaalu, shikaayat kii ki vah bhookha ho rahaa tha.
"apane dibbaband beans main se kuch khaaen," maine suzav diya.
vah apni jeb ko bahut buree tarah se cheer die bina baahar niklaa.
tab uskaa cheharaa ek shokapurna rup se dekha.
 kya baat kya baat?"maine puch liya.
 can openar laane ke liye bhul gaye. ”
 maiks ne kaha, “puraane dinon main, logon ne dibbe ke saath khole
unke daant. ”
 "aap kah rahe hai ki main itihaas nahin jaanata?"
 hameshaa dayaalu, maine apane aadhe sandwich ko ghode ke paas rakhaa
haath.usne use apane munh main phenk diya or uske liye shant tha
agle pandrah minute.yah kuch sabit hua jo main hameshaa karata hum
vishwaas: tark ko rokane kaa sabase acha tarika logon ko praapt karnaa he
moongfalee kaa makkhan sandwich khaaen.ve baat nahin kar sakate.
tab ham apane maarval parivaar main itane leen ho gaye
comics ham apane stesan se chook gaye.ham ise keval aakar praapt kar gaye
duusare tareeke se waapas.jab ham sadak ke str par pahunche, to akaash
andhera tha.
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paatro ko ladakiyon main badalen.ghode ko philip or maiks main rachi main badalen

isliye shanivaar kii subah ham hai skool metro main mili
stesan.main pehle vahaan gaya.mere pitaaji kii sena adhishesh main bharwaan
napsac ek kambal, ek takiya, teen ke saath ek paper bag tha
safed-bread moongfalee kaa makkhan-or-jelly sandwich-arthath,
dopaher kaa bhojan, raat kaa khaanaa or ravivaar kaa naashtaa.meri jeb bhari hui thi
stick match.mere paas ek puraani torch thi, or jab se main rahata tha
scout kaa adarsh vaakya - taiyaar rahen - main ek saath laayaa tha
chaataa.ant main, ek gambhir pathak hone ke naate, mere paas naveenatam tha
maarval family comics.
 ghoda aage aa gaya, uski bahen mushkil se pakadaney ke liye prabandh kar rahi hai
ek gadde ke liye jo uske aakaar se doguna lag rahaa tha.bhojan ke liye, vah tha
beans ke chaar dibbe uski jeb main jam ho gaye.
 maiks aakhri baar aayaa tha.vah ek nayaa knapsack kar rahaa tha
ek cast-aayran fring pan, hot dogs kaa ek packet, or e
namak pataakhe kaa box - plus do bottlen.ek bottle thi
sarson, anya, ajwine soda.uske paas tots kaa ek bag bhi tha
role or ek chamakdaar hachet."ek dublaa banane ke liye," unhone samajhaayaa.
 maiks kaa puraskaar kabja haalanki ek aadhikarik scout tha
disha suchak yantra."yah vastav main prafullit he," unhone hamen bataaya, "aap kabhi bhi nahin mil sakate
iske saath kho gaya.scout store main mil gaya. ”
 "mujhe us jagah se nafrat he," ghode ne hamen suchit kiya."yah sab nayaa he.
kuch bhi nahin. ”
 "yah compass vaastavik he," maiks ne kaha.“sabhi uttar kii ore
samay.aap saste ho sakate hai, lekin ve sabhi sabhi ko ingit karte hai
alag -alag dishaaen. ”
 "uttar ke bare main kya bahut acha he?"ghode ne kaha.
 "yah hameshaa jane kaa rasta he," maiks ne jor dekar kaha.
 "koun kahata he?"maine maang kii.
 "shri.brincan, dami. ”ghoda royaa."vaise bhi, vahaan he
hameshaa maps par ek tir uttar kii ore ishaara karte hue. ”
 "couboy pashchim main rahete hai," maine unhen yaad dilaayaa.unhone nahin kiya
dekhbhaal.
 subway plateform par, hamen ehsaas hua ki ham nahin jaanate the
ham kis stesan ke liye ja rahe the.yah pataa lagane ke liye, hamane adhyayan kiya
system map, jo ek noodle factory kii tarah lag rahaa tha
bam.jis sthaan par ham janaa chaahate the (uttar) ke sheersh par tha
nakshaa, isliye mujhe apane kandhon par ghode ko fahraana padaa
kareeb se dekho.chunki unhone apane gadde ko jane dene se inkaar kar diya - yaa
uski jeb main tin ke dibbe - yah aasaan nahin tha.maine usase poocha- main
kripaya fishan - gadde ko neeche rakhane ke liye.
 koi jald hi vah stesan - 168 veen street - kii tulana main nahin mila
hamaari train aa gai.ham aage bade, keval ghode kii cheekh karne ke liye,
"meraa gadda!"unhone ise manch par chhod diya tha.se thik pehle
daravaaje band ho gaye, vah or maine chalaang lagaai.maiks, haalanki, bane rahe
train par.asahaay rup se, hamane uski daraavnee-trast ke rup main dekha
cheharaa hamase dur phisal gaya."agle stesan par ruko!"main
bolaa."mat karo!"
 agali train hameshaa ke liye aane main lag gai.phir yah bhi liya
agle padaav par jane ke liye.maiks tha.chaaro ore
use - ek kaanch kii gend main nakli barf kii tarah - crumbs the.vah nahin he
itnaa ghabara gaya ki usne apane sabhi pataakhe khaae the.
 "kya yah aapako pyaasa nahin karata he?"
 "maine apana soda pi liya."
 maine dekha ki uske gaal neeche lakeeren hai.ghode ne unhen dekha
bahut."aap ro rahe hai?"usne poocha.
 nava, ”maiks ne kaha.“yah pani tapakataa tha
surang kii chat.lekin, aapane kaha, sahi nahin he?khayr, main tha
bas aagyaakaari he. ”
 jab tak ham agali train main aae - hamaare sabhi ke saath
sampatti - ham ek ghante se yatra kar rahe the.lekin hamaare paas tha
keval ek stop par jane main kaamyaab rahaa.
sawari ke dauraan, mujhe bhukh lagi.maine meraa ek nikaala
sandwich.jelly ke saath roti ke madhyam se bhigoya, yah
ek langadaa scab kii tarah lag rahaa tha.
 ghoda, irshyaalu, shikaayat kii ki vah bhookha ho rahaa tha.
"apane dibbaband beans main se kuch khaaen," maine suzav diya.
vah apni jeb ko bahut buree tarah se cheer die bina baahar niklaa.
tab uskaa cheharaa ek shokapurna rup se dekha.
 kya baat kya baat?"maine puch liya.
 can openar laane ke liye bhul gaye. ”
 maiks ne kaha, “puraane dinon main, logon ne dibbe ke saath khole
unke daant. ”
 "aap kah rahe hai ki main itihaas nahin jaanata?"
 hameshaa dayaalu, maine apane aadhe sandwich ko ghode ke paas rakhaa
haath.usne use apane munh main phenk diya or uske liye shant tha
agle pandrah minute.yah kuch sabit hua jo main hameshaa karata hum
vishwaas: tark ko rokane kaa sabase acha tarika logon ko praapt karnaa he
moongfalee kaa makkhan sandwich khaaen.ve baat nahin kar sakate.
tab ham apane maarval parivaar main itane leen ho gaye
comics ham apane stesan se chook gaye.ham ise keval aakar praapt kar gaye
duusare tareeke se waapas.jab ham sadak ke str par pahunche, to akaash
andhera tha.</s>
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