Unscramble Parade Mga Nobela at Kwento

The mother checked the progress of her daughter who was unpacking things in the room. Some boxes are open, and chaos in the room can be seen in various directions. "No mom." The girl looked around to confirm one by one the contents of the box that had been scrambled by herself. "I guess..." She faltered at the end, unsure if her memory might be wrong.

“Everyone, good morning…“ said the parade coordinator who sounded like she had just woken up and badly in need of coffee. Suddenly, there was a loud siren that cut her off and it took time before she realized that the sound was coming from her megaphone. In panic, she tried to cover the speaker and waved to her colleagues for help. A teacher ran over to her and flicked off the switch, killing the annoying sound. The children covering their ears were laughing loudly at what they had just witnessed. The parade coordinator ignored them and spoke. “The parade is to be led by our marching band followed by the festival floats and then the city hall employees. Next would be the main characters and

he asked, wondering why she was hesitant. “No, probably not,” she said with a shrug. “Why not?” he asked, curious as to what she was getting at. She had that twinkle in her eye that meant she was toying with him. “Because it’s at the end,” she said. “And?” “And that means the parade will be over.” He nodded, a sheepish smile spreading across his face. “I see. Then maybe our favorite part should be whatever is first.” “The Grand Marshall is first,” Melody explained. “And I have no idea who it is this year, but yes, that can be our favorite.”