match box

it was a pleasant morning, as usual my father was sweeping the front yard.

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after sweeping he collected the dried leafs in a corner. he then asked me to bring him the matchbox .

I said ok I'll bring it and gone inside home. even after a few minutes and didn't come back, so he called me in a high pitch.

I ran as fast as possible and reached to him.

he asked, where is the matchbox.

I replied, here!

my dad then took one matchstick and rubbed it in the hard surface of matchbox. nothing happened there was no fire.

he asked, why is this not lighting up?

I replied, I don't know. when I was inside the home, I had lightened it .

there was no problem then it got fired perfectly

he replied, you fool....!