A Game Of Ping Pong

M M. Asim Nehal M. Asim Nehal
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In a game of Ping Pong, it's always a thrill to watch the little ball go back and forth, until one player misses and it hits the ground the other shouts, 'I won that round! '. But what about Ping, the one who's first to serve does anyone really pay attention to her nerve? she stands there ready, with paddle in hand but all eyes are on Pong, the one in demand. Ping in Pong, such a funny little rhyme but let's give Ping her moment to shine for without her, there'd be no game no back and forth, no fame to claim. She serves the ball with all her might but Pong's reflexes are out of sight he hits it back with a fierce swing and Ping runs to catch it, like a puppet on a string. They go back and forth, the crowd in awe but Ping can't seem to catch the ball It bounces off the table, then her head and suddenly, Ping is lying in bed. Pong wins the game, but at what cost? for Ping's head is now completely lost she's replaced it with a giant saucepan and now her name is Ping-Pan, the Ping Pong champ.

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