Historical Fictionall age range100 to 300 wordsEnglish
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It was 1775 in Boston. If one thing John Adams knew, it was that he needed his compass, and at this instant, it was gone.
“Pardon me, Mrs. Abigail,” John exclaimed, rushing through the kitchen, “Have you known the whereabouts of my compass? I mustmake haste for Philadelphia, and I cannot say where I'll end up where might I find myself without it.”
Abigail, ever the pragmatic one, sighed. “John, really! It matters not how grand the occasion, you always misplace it! You sound like a reckless sailor! I daresay, you need a proper looking after.”
John ramble on: 'This voyage to philadelphia is positively a good thing. They should learn from have no regrets. It wasn't a simple trinket; it was his grandfather’s, filled with sentimental value and brimming with adventure zest.
Abigail cut him off. "Fetch it yourself, silly man! I should like to help but i'm swamped with more pressing matters. It matters not my assistance anyway! And don't give me that look, sir. Besides, last time i help, he accused of using one too many of them!'"
He finally found the compass tucked behind a stack of pamphlets titled “The Rights of the Colonies Asserted.” He breathed a sigh of relief.
“Precisely where it should be!” he chuckled, grabbing his coat. “Your suggestion was well-taken I reckon! Thank you.” Before dashing out the door, John stopped for a brief moment to bid his family farewell with utmost sincerity.
Later, Abigail whispered, “That man, so important not much of good if I did not help. but it won't be told!”