Continue This Story: Carpet

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.
"From my friend. Why, hun?" She responded.
"Do you know where your friend got it?" I asked. "And what friend?"
"I'm certain she said it was old and on the street." She responded. "And it was my friend from collage!" "Mmm..." I said. I was thinking. From the street? What did that mean? "What do you mean on the street, Mom?" I asked.
"It was found on the sidewalk." She responded. "And what street was this?" I asked. "I'm not sure." replied my mom.
I kept staring at it until I absorbed every little aspect of it's beauty. What about it was so mesmerizing? "Mom, how expensive was this?" I asked. "I don't know." she said. "I told you, my friend found it on the street."
I studied it intently. Then i had an idea. "Mom, can I take this to school tomorrow? I think my history teacher would be fascinated and know where it came from!"

"Oh, yes!" she said. "It is rather curious, isn't it?" She was now wrapped in her afternoon chores, cooking dinner.

They next day the carpet was in my bag.

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.
"From my friend. Why, hun?" She responded.
"Do you know where your friend got it?" I asked. "And what friend?"
"I'm certain she said it was old and on the street." She responded. "And it was my friend from collage!" "Mmm..." I said. I was thinking. From the street? What did that mean? "What do you mean on the street, Mom?" I asked.
"It was found on the sidewalk." She responded. "And what street was this?" I asked. "I'm not sure." replied my mom.
I kept staring at it until I absorbed every little aspect of it's beauty. What about it was so mesmerizing? "Mom, how expensive was this?" I asked. "I don't know." she said. "I told you, my friend found it on the street."
I studied it intently. Then i had an idea. "Mom, can I take this to school tomorrow? I think my history teacher would be fascinated and know where it came from!"

"Oh, yes!" she said. "It is rather curious, isn't it?" She was now wrapped in her afternoon chores, cooking dinner.

They next day the carpet was in my bag. It was heavy, but I managed to hold onto it. Finally, I reached school.

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.
"From my friend. Why, hun?" She responded.
"Do you know where your friend got it?" I asked. "And what friend?"
"I'm certain she said it was old and on the street." She responded. "And it was my friend from collage!" "Mmm..." I said. I was thinking. From the street? What did that mean? "What do you mean on the street, Mom?" I asked.
"It was found on the sidewalk." She responded. "And what street was this?" I asked. "I'm not sure." replied my mom.
I kept staring at it until I absorbed every little aspect of it's beauty. What about it was so mesmerizing? "Mom, how expensive was this?" I asked. "I don't know." she said. "I told you, my friend found it on the street."
I studied it intently. Then i had an idea. "Mom, can I take this to school tomorrow? I think my history teacher would be fascinated and know where it came from!"

"Oh, yes!" she said. "It is rather curious, isn't it?" She was now wrapped in her afternoon chores, cooking dinner.

They next day the carpet was in my bag. It was heavy, but I managed to hold onto it. Finally, I reached school. I hurried to my history teacher.

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.
"From my friend. Why, hun?" She responded.
"Do you know where your friend got it?" I asked. "And what friend?"
"I'm certain she said it was old and on the street." She responded. "And it was my friend from collage!" "Mmm..." I said. I was thinking. From the street? What did that mean? "What do you mean on the street, Mom?" I asked.
"It was found on the sidewalk." She responded. "And what street was this?" I asked. "I'm not sure." replied my mom.
I kept staring at it until I absorbed every little aspect of it's beauty. What about it was so mesmerizing? "Mom, how expensive was this?" I asked. "I don't know." she said. "I told you, my friend found it on the street."
I studied it intently. Then i had an idea. "Mom, can I take this to school tomorrow? I think my history teacher would be fascinated and know where it came from!"

"Oh, yes!" she said. "It is rather curious, isn't it?" She was now wrapped in her afternoon chores, cooking dinner.

They next day the carpet was in my bag. It was heavy, but I managed to hold onto it. Finally, I reached school. I hurried to my history teacher. "Mr. Krier, do you know what this is?" I asked, taking it out and showing him.

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.
"From my friend. Why, hun?" She responded.
"Do you know where your friend got it?" I asked. "And what friend?"
"I'm certain she said it was old and on the street." She responded. "And it was my friend from collage!" "Mmm..." I said. I was thinking. From the street? What did that mean? "What do you mean on the street, Mom?" I asked.
"It was found on the sidewalk." She responded. "And what street was this?" I asked. "I'm not sure." replied my mom.
I kept staring at it until I absorbed every little aspect of it's beauty. What about it was so mesmerizing? "Mom, how expensive was this?" I asked. "I don't know." she said. "I told you, my friend found it on the street."
I studied it intently. Then i had an idea. "Mom, can I take this to school tomorrow? I think my history teacher would be fascinated and know where it came from!"

"Oh, yes!" she said. "It is rather curious, isn't it?" She was now wrapped in her afternoon chores, cooking dinner.

They next day the carpet was in my bag. It was heavy, but I managed to hold onto it. Finally, I reached school. I hurried to my history teacher. "Mr. Krier, do you know what this is?" I asked, taking it out and showing him.

"That is an interesting design!" He exclaimed. "Where did you get it?"

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.
"From my friend. Why, hun?" She responded.
"Do you know where your friend got it?" I asked. "And what friend?"
"I'm certain she said it was old and on the street." She responded. "And it was my friend from collage!" "Mmm..." I said. I was thinking. From the street? What did that mean? "What do you mean on the street, Mom?" I asked.
"It was found on the sidewalk." She responded. "And what street was this?" I asked. "I'm not sure." replied my mom.
I kept staring at it until I absorbed every little aspect of it's beauty. What about it was so mesmerizing? "Mom, how expensive was this?" I asked. "I don't know." she said. "I told you, my friend found it on the street."
I studied it intently. Then i had an idea. "Mom, can I take this to school tomorrow? I think my history teacher would be fascinated and know where it came from!"

"Oh, yes!" she said. "It is rather curious, isn't it?" She was now wrapped in her afternoon chores, cooking dinner.

They next day the carpet was in my bag. It was heavy, but I managed to hold onto it. Finally, I reached school. I hurried to my history teacher. "Mr. Krier, do you know what this is?" I asked, taking it out and showing him.

"That is an interesting design!" He exclaimed. "Where did you get it?"
"My mom's friend found it on the street." I replied. "I was hoping you'd know where it came from." He thought for a moment.

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.
"From my friend. Why, hun?" She responded.
"Do you know where your friend got it?" I asked. "And what friend?"
"I'm certain she said it was old and on the street." She responded. "And it was my friend from collage!" "Mmm..." I said. I was thinking. From the street? What did that mean? "What do you mean on the street, Mom?" I asked.
"It was found on the sidewalk." She responded. "And what street was this?" I asked. "I'm not sure." replied my mom.
I kept staring at it until I absorbed every little aspect of it's beauty. What about it was so mesmerizing? "Mom, how expensive was this?" I asked. "I don't know." she said. "I told you, my friend found it on the street."
I studied it intently. Then i had an idea. "Mom, can I take this to school tomorrow? I think my history teacher would be fascinated and know where it came from!"

"Oh, yes!" she said. "It is rather curious, isn't it?" She was now wrapped in her afternoon chores, cooking dinner.

They next day the carpet was in my bag. It was heavy, but I managed to hold onto it. Finally, I reached school. I hurried to my history teacher. "Mr. Krier, do you know what this is?" I asked, taking it out and showing him.

"That is an interesting design!" He exclaimed. "Where did you get it?"
"My mom's friend found it on the street." I replied. "I was hoping you'd know where it came from." He thought for a moment, examining the lucious and brilliant designs. After a few minutes, he said, "I do believe this came from Bukhara, a town of the Silk roads! We're in luck, we're studying about the silk roads today!" He said with a victorious grin.

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.
"From my friend. Why, hun?" She responded.
"Do you know where your friend got it?" I asked. "And what friend?"
"I'm certain she said it was old and on the street." She responded. "And it was my friend from collage!" "Mmm..." I said. I was thinking. From the street? What did that mean? "What do you mean on the street, Mom?" I asked.
"It was found on the sidewalk." She responded. "And what street was this?" I asked. "I'm not sure." replied my mom.
I kept staring at it until I absorbed every little aspect of it's beauty. What about it was so mesmerizing? "Mom, how expensive was this?" I asked. "I don't know." she said. "I told you, my friend found it on the street."
I studied it intently. Then i had an idea. "Mom, can I take this to school tomorrow? I think my history teacher would be fascinated and know where it came from!"

"Oh, yes!" she said. "It is rather curious, isn't it?" She was now wrapped in her afternoon chores, cooking dinner.

They next day the carpet was in my bag. It was heavy, but I managed to hold onto it. Finally, I reached school. I hurried to my history teacher. "Mr. Krier, do you know what this is?" I asked, taking it out and showing him.

"That is an interesting design!" He exclaimed. "Where did you get it?"
"My mom's friend found it on the street." I replied. "I was hoping you'd know where it came from." He thought for a moment, examining the lucious and brilliant designs. After a few minutes, he said, "I do believe this came from Bukhara, a town of the Silk roads! We're in luck, we're studying about the silk roads today!" He said with a victorious grin. "Are you sure? Is that it?" I asked urgently. He smiled a mysterious smile. "You shall see."

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.
"From my friend. Why, hun?" She responded.
"Do you know where your friend got it?" I asked. "And what friend?"
"I'm certain she said it was old and on the street." She responded. "And it was my friend from collage!" "Mmm..." I said. I was thinking. From the street? What did that mean? "What do you mean on the street, Mom?" I asked.
"It was found on the sidewalk." She responded. "And what street was this?" I asked. "I'm not sure." replied my mom.
I kept staring at it until I absorbed every little aspect of it's beauty. What about it was so mesmerizing? "Mom, how expensive was this?" I asked. "I don't know." she said. "I told you, my friend found it on the street."
I studied it intently. Then i had an idea. "Mom, can I take this to school tomorrow? I think my history teacher would be fascinated and know where it came from!"

"Oh, yes!" she said. "It is rather curious, isn't it?" She was now wrapped in her afternoon chores, cooking dinner.

They next day the carpet was in my bag. It was heavy, but I managed to hold onto it. Finally, I reached school. I hurried to my history teacher. "Mr. Krier, do you know what this is?" I asked, taking it out and showing him.

"That is an interesting design!" He exclaimed. "Where did you get it?"
"My mom's friend found it on the street." I replied. "I was hoping you'd know where it came from." He thought for a moment, examining the lucious and brilliant designs. After a few minutes, he said, "I do believe this came from Bukhara, a town of the Silk roads! We're in luck, we're studying about the silk roads today!" He said with a victorious grin. "Are you sure? Is that it?" I asked urgently. He smiled a mysterious smile. "You shall see."

Later during class, he presented my carpet.

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.
"From my friend. Why, hun?" She responded.
"Do you know where your friend got it?" I asked. "And what friend?"
"I'm certain she said it was old and on the street." She responded. "And it was my friend from collage!" "Mmm..." I said. I was thinking. From the street? What did that mean? "What do you mean on the street, Mom?" I asked.
"It was found on the sidewalk." She responded. "And what street was this?" I asked. "I'm not sure." replied my mom.
I kept staring at it until I absorbed every little aspect of it's beauty. What about it was so mesmerizing? "Mom, how expensive was this?" I asked. "I don't know." she said. "I told you, my friend found it on the street."
I studied it intently. Then i had an idea. "Mom, can I take this to school tomorrow? I think my history teacher would be fascinated and know where it came from!"

"Oh, yes!" she said. "It is rather curious, isn't it?" She was now wrapped in her afternoon chores, cooking dinner.

They next day the carpet was in my bag. It was heavy, but I managed to hold onto it. Finally, I reached school. I hurried to my history teacher. "Mr. Krier, do you know what this is?" I asked, taking it out and showing him.

"That is an interesting design!" He exclaimed. "Where did you get it?"
"My mom's friend found it on the street." I replied. "I was hoping you'd know where it came from." He thought for a moment, examining the lucious and brilliant designs. After a few minutes, he said, "I do believe this came from Bukhara, a town of the Silk roads! We're in luck, we're studying about the silk roads today!" He said with a victorious grin. "Are you sure? Is that it?" I asked urgently. He smiled a mysterious smile. "You shall see."

Later during class, he presented my carpet. "Class, this is a perfect example of what we've been talking about so far!"

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.
"From my friend. Why, hun?" She responded.
"Do you know where your friend got it?" I asked. "And what friend?"
"I'm certain she said it was old and on the street." She responded. "And it was my friend from collage!" "Mmm..." I said. I was thinking. From the street? What did that mean? "What do you mean on the street, Mom?" I asked.
"It was found on the sidewalk." She responded. "And what street was this?" I asked. "I'm not sure." replied my mom.
I kept staring at it until I absorbed every little aspect of it's beauty. What about it was so mesmerizing? "Mom, how expensive was this?" I asked. "I don't know." she said. "I told you, my friend found it on the street."
I studied it intently. Then i had an idea. "Mom, can I take this to school tomorrow? I think my history teacher would be fascinated and know where it came from!"

"Oh, yes!" she said. "It is rather curious, isn't it?" She was now wrapped in her afternoon chores, cooking dinner.

They next day the carpet was in my bag. It was heavy, but I managed to hold onto it. Finally, I reached school. I hurried to my history teacher. "Mr. Krier, do you know what this is?" I asked, taking it out and showing him.

"That is an interesting design!" He exclaimed. "Where did you get it?"
"My mom's friend found it on the street." I replied. "I was hoping you'd know where it came from." He thought for a moment, examining the luscious and brilliant designs. After a few minutes, he said, "I do believe this came from Bukhara, a town of the Silk roads! We're in luck, we're studying about the silk roads today!" He said with a victorious grin. "Are you sure? Is that it?" I asked urgently. He smiled a mysterious smile. "You shall see."

Later during class, he presented my carpet. "Class, this is a perfect example of what we've been talking about so far!" Said the teacher. "Here is an example of Bukhara's famous carpets and gold embroidery!"

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.
"From my friend. Why, hun?" She responded.
"Do you know where your friend got it?" I asked. "And what friend?"
"I'm certain she said it was old and on the street." She responded. "And it was my friend from collage!" "Mmm..." I said. I was thinking. From the street? What did that mean? "What do you mean on the street, Mom?" I asked.
"It was found on the sidewalk." She responded. "And what street was this?" I asked. "I'm not sure." replied my mom.
I kept staring at it until I absorbed every little aspect of it's beauty. What about it was so mesmerizing? "Mom, how expensive was this?" I asked. "I don't know." she said. "I told you, my friend found it on the street."
I studied it intently. Then i had an idea. "Mom, can I take this to school tomorrow? I think my history teacher would be fascinated and know where it came from!"

"Oh, yes!" she said. "It is rather curious, isn't it?" She was now wrapped in her afternoon chores, cooking dinner.

They next day the carpet was in my bag. It was heavy, but I managed to hold onto it. Finally, I reached school. I hurried to my history teacher. "Mr. Krier, do you know what this is?" I asked, taking it out and showing him.

"That is an interesting design!" He exclaimed. "Where did you get it?"
"My mom's friend found it on the street." I replied. "I was hoping you'd know where it came from." He thought for a moment, examining the luscious and brilliant designs. After a few minutes, he said, "I do believe this came from Bukhara, a town of the Silk roads! We're in luck, we're studying about the silk roads today!" He said with a victorious grin. "Are you sure? Is that it?" I asked urgently. He smiled a mysterious smile. "You shall see."

Later during class, he presented my carpet. "Class, this is a perfect example of what we've been talking about so far!" Said the teacher. "Here is an example of Bukhara's famous carpets and gold embroidery!" He nodded. "And this is another example of something we talked about last week! Can anyone tell me what it is?"

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.
"From my friend. Why, hun?" She responded.
"Do you know where your friend got it?" I asked. "And what friend?"
"I'm certain she said it was old and on the street." She responded. "And it was my friend from collage!" "Mmm..." I said. I was thinking. From the street? What did that mean? "What do you mean on the street, Mom?" I asked.
"It was found on the sidewalk." She responded. "And what street was this?" I asked. "I'm not sure." replied my mom.
I kept staring at it until I absorbed every little aspect of it's beauty. What about it was so mesmerizing? "Mom, how expensive was this?" I asked. "I don't know." she said. "I told you, my friend found it on the street."
I studied it intently. Then i had an idea. "Mom, can I take this to school tomorrow? I think my history teacher would be fascinated and know where it came from!"

"Oh, yes!" she said. "It is rather curious, isn't it?" She was now wrapped in her afternoon chores, cooking dinner.

They next day the carpet was in my bag. It was heavy, but I managed to hold onto it. Finally, I reached school. I hurried to my history teacher. "Mr. Krier, do you know what this is?" I asked, taking it out and showing him.

"That is an interesting design!" He exclaimed. "Where did you get it?"
"My mom's friend found it on the street." I replied. "I was hoping you'd know where it came from." He thought for a moment, examining the luscious and brilliant designs. After a few minutes, he said, "I do believe this came from Bukhara, a town of the Silk roads! We're in luck, we're studying about the silk roads today!" He said with a victorious grin. "Are you sure? Is that it?" I asked urgently. He smiled a mysterious smile. "You shall see."

Later during class, he presented my carpet. "Class, this is a perfect example of what we've been talking about so far!" Said the teacher. "Here is an example of Bukhara's famous carpets and gold embroidery!" He nodded. "And this is another example of something we talked about last week! Can anyone tell me what it is?"

I raised my hand. "Um... the fact that they put such beautiful designs in it so it costs more and attracts more people to buy it?"

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.
"From my friend. Why, hun?" She responded.
"Do you know where your friend got it?" I asked. "And what friend?"
"I'm certain she said it was old and on the street." She responded. "And it was my friend from collage!" "Mmm..." I said. I was thinking. From the street? What did that mean? "What do you mean on the street, Mom?" I asked.
"It was found on the sidewalk." She responded. "And what street was this?" I asked. "I'm not sure." replied my mom.
I kept staring at it until I absorbed every little aspect of it's beauty. What about it was so mesmerizing? "Mom, how expensive was this?" I asked. "I don't know." she said. "I told you, my friend found it on the street."
I studied it intently. Then i had an idea. "Mom, can I take this to school tomorrow? I think my history teacher would be fascinated and know where it came from!"

"Oh, yes!" she said. "It is rather curious, isn't it?" She was now wrapped in her afternoon chores, cooking dinner.

They next day the carpet was in my bag. It was heavy, but I managed to hold onto it. Finally, I reached school. I hurried to my history teacher. "Mr. Krier, do you know what this is?" I asked, taking it out and showing him.

"That is an interesting design!" He exclaimed. "Where did you get it?"
"My mom's friend found it on the street." I replied. "I was hoping you'd know where it came from." He thought for a moment, examining the luscious and brilliant designs. After a few minutes, he said, "I do believe this came from Bukhara, a town of the Silk roads! We're in luck, we're studying about the silk roads today!" He said with a victorious grin. "Are you sure? Is that it?" I asked urgently. He smiled a mysterious smile. "You shall see."

Later during class, he presented my carpet. "Class, this is a perfect example of what we've been talking about so far!" Said the teacher. "Here is an example of Bukhara's famous carpets and gold embroidery!" He nodded. "And this is another example of something we talked about last week! Can anyone tell me what it is?"

I raised my hand. "Um... the fact that they put such beautiful designs in it so it costs more and attracts more people to buy it?"
"Close." he said. When nobody raised their hand, he said, "Some believed it had magic in it."

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.
"From my friend. Why, hun?" She responded.
"Do you know where your friend got it?" I asked. "And what friend?"
"I'm certain she said it was old and on the street." She responded. "And it was my friend from collage!" "Mmm..." I said. I was thinking. From the street? What did that mean? "What do you mean on the street, Mom?" I asked.
"It was found on the sidewalk." She responded. "And what street was this?" I asked. "I'm not sure." replied my mom.
I kept staring at it until I absorbed every little aspect of it's beauty. What about it was so mesmerizing? "Mom, how expensive was this?" I asked. "I don't know." she said. "I told you, my friend found it on the street."
I studied it intently. Then i had an idea. "Mom, can I take this to school tomorrow? I think my history teacher would be fascinated and know where it came from!"

"Oh, yes!" she said. "It is rather curious, isn't it?" She was now wrapped in her afternoon chores, cooking dinner.

They next day the carpet was in my bag. It was heavy, but I managed to hold onto it. Finally, I reached school. I hurried to my history teacher. "Mr. Krier, do you know what this is?" I asked, taking it out and showing him.

"That is an interesting design!" He exclaimed. "Where did you get it?"
"My mom's friend found it on the street." I replied. "I was hoping you'd know where it came from." He thought for a moment, examining the luscious and brilliant designs. After a few minutes, he said, "I do believe this came from Bukhara, a town of the Silk roads! We're in luck, we're studying about the silk roads today!" He said with a victorious grin. "Are you sure? Is that it?" I asked urgently. He smiled a mysterious smile. "You shall see."

Later during class, he presented my carpet. "Class, this is a perfect example of what we've been talking about so far!" Said the teacher. "Here is an example of Bukhara's famous carpets and gold embroidery!" He nodded. "And this is another example of something we talked about last week! Can anyone tell me what it is?"

I raised my hand. "Um... the fact that they put such beautiful designs in it so it costs more and attracts more people to buy it?"
"Close." he said. When nobody raised their hand, he said, "Some believed it had magic in it."
Everyone "oooh"ed. "He never taught that in class." whispered some students.

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.
"From my friend. Why, hun?" She responded.
"Do you know where your friend got it?" I asked. "And what friend?"
"I'm certain she said it was old and on the street." She responded. "And it was my friend from collage!" "Mmm..." I said. I was thinking. From the street? What did that mean? "What do you mean on the street, Mom?" I asked.
"It was found on the sidewalk." She responded. "And what street was this?" I asked. "I'm not sure." replied my mom.
I kept staring at it until I absorbed every little aspect of it's beauty. What about it was so mesmerizing? "Mom, how expensive was this?" I asked. "I don't know." she said. "I told you, my friend found it on the street."
I studied it intently. Then i had an idea. "Mom, can I take this to school tomorrow? I think my history teacher would be fascinated and know where it came from!"

"Oh, yes!" she said. "It is rather curious, isn't it?" She was now wrapped in her afternoon chores, cooking dinner.

They next day the carpet was in my bag. It was heavy, but I managed to hold onto it. Finally, I reached school. I hurried to my history teacher. "Mr. Krier, do you know what this is?" I asked, taking it out and showing him.

"That is an interesting design!" He exclaimed. "Where did you get it?"
"My mom's friend found it on the street." I replied. "I was hoping you'd know where it came from." He thought for a moment, examining the luscious and brilliant designs. After a few minutes, he said, "I do believe this came from Bukhara, a town of the Silk roads! We're in luck, we're studying about the silk roads today!" He said with a victorious grin. "Are you sure? Is that it?" I asked urgently. He smiled a mysterious smile. "You shall see."

Later during class, he presented my carpet. "Class, this is a perfect example of what we've been talking about so far!" Said the teacher. "Here is an example of Bukhara's famous carpets and gold embroidery!" He nodded. "And this is another example of something we talked about last week! Can anyone tell me what it is?"

I raised my hand. "Um... the fact that they put such beautiful designs in it so it costs more and attracts more people to buy it?"
"Close." he said. When nobody raised their hand, he said, "Some believed it had magic in it."
Everyone "oooh"ed. "He never taught that in class." whispered some students.
"Some believed these carpets were the carpets of certain types of gods." he continued.

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.
"From my friend. Why, hun?" She responded.
"Do you know where your friend got it?" I asked. "And what friend?"
"I'm certain she said it was old and on the street." She responded. "And it was my friend from collage!" "Mmm..." I said. I was thinking. From the street? What did that mean? "What do you mean on the street, Mom?" I asked.
"It was found on the sidewalk." She responded. "And what street was this?" I asked. "I'm not sure." replied my mom.
I kept staring at it until I absorbed every little aspect of it's beauty. What about it was so mesmerizing? "Mom, how expensive was this?" I asked. "I don't know." she said. "I told you, my friend found it on the street."
I studied it intently. Then i had an idea. "Mom, can I take this to school tomorrow? I think my history teacher would be fascinated and know where it came from!"

"Oh, yes!" she said. "It is rather curious, isn't it?" She was now wrapped in her afternoon chores, cooking dinner.

They next day the carpet was in my bag. It was heavy, but I managed to hold onto it. Finally, I reached school. I hurried to my history teacher. "Mr. Krier, do you know what this is?" I asked, taking it out and showing him.

"That is an interesting design!" He exclaimed. "Where did you get it?"
"My mom's friend found it on the street." I replied. "I was hoping you'd know where it came from." He thought for a moment, examining the luscious and brilliant designs. After a few minutes, he said, "I do believe this came from Bukhara, a town of the Silk roads! We're in luck, we're studying about the silk roads today!" He said with a victorious grin. "Are you sure? Is that it?" I asked urgently. He smiled a mysterious smile. "You shall see."

Later during class, he presented my carpet. "Class, this is a perfect example of what we've been talking about so far!" Said the teacher. "Here is an example of Bukhara's famous carpets and gold embroidery!" He nodded. "And this is another example of something we talked about last week! Can anyone tell me what it is?"

I raised my hand. "Um... the fact that they put such beautiful designs in it so it costs more and attracts more people to buy it?"
"Close." he said. When nobody raised their hand, he said, "Some believed it had magic in it."
Everyone "oooh"ed. "He never taught that in class." whispered some students.
"Some believed these carpets were the carpets of certain types of gods." he continued. "This one, for example, is believed to be one of a rain god."

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.
"From my friend. Why, hun?" She responded.
"Do you know where your friend got it?" I asked. "And what friend?"
"I'm certain she said it was old and on the street." She responded. "And it was my friend from collage!" "Mmm..." I said. I was thinking. From the street? What did that mean? "What do you mean on the street, Mom?" I asked.
"It was found on the sidewalk." She responded. "And what street was this?" I asked. "I'm not sure." replied my mom.
I kept staring at it until I absorbed every little aspect of it's beauty. What about it was so mesmerizing? "Mom, how expensive was this?" I asked. "I don't know." she said. "I told you, my friend found it on the street."
I studied it intently. Then i had an idea. "Mom, can I take this to school tomorrow? I think my history teacher would be fascinated and know where it came from!"

"Oh, yes!" she said. "It is rather curious, isn't it?" She was now wrapped in her afternoon chores, cooking dinner.

They next day the carpet was in my bag. It was heavy, but I managed to hold onto it. Finally, I reached school. I hurried to my history teacher. "Mr. Krier, do you know what this is?" I asked, taking it out and showing him.

"That is an interesting design!" He exclaimed. "Where did you get it?"
"My mom's friend found it on the street." I replied. "I was hoping you'd know where it came from." He thought for a moment, examining the luscious and brilliant designs. After a few minutes, he said, "I do believe this came from Bukhara, a town of the Silk roads! We're in luck, we're studying about the silk roads today!" He said with a victorious grin. "Are you sure? Is that it?" I asked urgently. He smiled a mysterious smile. "You shall see."

Later during class, he presented my carpet. "Class, this is a perfect example of what we've been talking about so far!" Said the teacher. "Here is an example of Bukhara's famous carpets and gold embroidery!" He nodded. "And this is another example of something we talked about last week! Can anyone tell me what it is?"

I raised my hand. "Um... the fact that they put such beautiful designs in it so it costs more and attracts more people to buy it?"
"Close." he said. When nobody raised their hand, he said, "Some believed it had magic in it."
Everyone "oooh"ed. "He never taught that in class." whispered some students.
"Some believed these carpets were the carpets of certain types of gods." he continued. "This one, for example, is believed to be one of a rain god."
Someone raised their hand. "How can you tell?" They asked.

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.
"From my friend. Why, hun?" She responded.
"Do you know where your friend got it?" I asked. "And what friend?"
"I'm certain she said it was old and on the street." She responded. "And it was my friend from collage!" "Mmm..." I said. I was thinking. From the street? What did that mean? "What do you mean on the street, Mom?" I asked.
"It was found on the sidewalk." She responded. "And what street was this?" I asked. "I'm not sure." replied my mom.
I kept staring at it until I absorbed every little aspect of it's beauty. What about it was so mesmerizing? "Mom, how expensive was this?" I asked. "I don't know." she said. "I told you, my friend found it on the street."
I studied it intently. Then i had an idea. "Mom, can I take this to school tomorrow? I think my history teacher would be fascinated and know where it came from!"

"Oh, yes!" she said. "It is rather curious, isn't it?" She was now wrapped in her afternoon chores, cooking dinner.

They next day the carpet was in my bag. It was heavy, but I managed to hold onto it. Finally, I reached school. I hurried to my history teacher. "Mr. Krier, do you know what this is?" I asked, taking it out and showing him.

"That is an interesting design!" He exclaimed. "Where did you get it?"
"My mom's friend found it on the street." I replied. "I was hoping you'd know where it came from." He thought for a moment, examining the luscious and brilliant designs. After a few minutes, he said, "I do believe this came from Bukhara, a town of the Silk roads! We're in luck, we're studying about the silk roads today!" He said with a victorious grin. "Are you sure? Is that it?" I asked urgently. He smiled a mysterious smile. "You shall see."

Later during class, he presented my carpet. "Class, this is a perfect example of what we've been talking about so far!" Said the teacher. "Here is an example of Bukhara's famous carpets and gold embroidery!" He nodded. "And this is another example of something we talked about last week! Can anyone tell me what it is?"

I raised my hand. "Um... the fact that they put such beautiful designs in it so it costs more and attracts more people to buy it?"
"Close." he said. When nobody raised their hand, he said, "Some believed it had magic in it."
Everyone "oooh"ed. "He never taught that in class." whispered some students.
"Some believed these carpets were the carpets of certain types of gods." he continued. "This one, for example, is believed to be one of a rain god."
Someone raised their hand. "How can you tell?" They asked.
"There are many embroidered blue dots on this carpet. There are always a symbol which you can tell."
"How much is it worth?" Asked another kid.
"I would estimate... $1,400 of US money!" He answered.

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.
"From my friend. Why, hun?" She responded.
"Do you know where your friend got it?" I asked. "And what friend?"
"I'm certain she said it was old and on the street." She responded. "And it was my friend from collage!" "Mmm..." I said. I was thinking. From the street? What did that mean? "What do you mean on the street, Mom?" I asked.
"It was found on the sidewalk." She responded. "And what street was this?" I asked. "I'm not sure." replied my mom.
I kept staring at it until I absorbed every little aspect of it's beauty. What about it was so mesmerizing? "Mom, how expensive was this?" I asked. "I don't know." she said. "I told you, my friend found it on the street."
I studied it intently. Then i had an idea. "Mom, can I take this to school tomorrow? I think my history teacher would be fascinated and know where it came from!"

"Oh, yes!" she said. "It is rather curious, isn't it?" She was now wrapped in her afternoon chores, cooking dinner.

They next day the carpet was in my bag. It was heavy, but I managed to hold onto it. Finally, I reached school. I hurried to my history teacher. "Mr. Krier, do you know what this is?" I asked, taking it out and showing him.

"That is an interesting design!" He exclaimed. "Where did you get it?"
"My mom's friend found it on the street." I replied. "I was hoping you'd know where it came from." He thought for a moment, examining the luscious and brilliant designs. After a few minutes, he said, "I do believe this came from Bukhara, a town of the Silk roads! We're in luck, we're studying about the silk roads today!" He said with a victorious grin. "Are you sure? Is that it?" I asked urgently. He smiled a mysterious smile. "You shall see."

Later during class, he presented my carpet. "Class, this is a perfect example of what we've been talking about so far!" Said the teacher. "Here is an example of Bukhara's famous carpets and gold embroidery!" He nodded. "And this is another example of something we talked about last week! Can anyone tell me what it is?"

I raised my hand. "Um... the fact that they put such beautiful designs in it so it costs more and attracts more people to buy it?"
"Close." he said. When nobody raised their hand, he said, "Some believed it had magic in it."
Everyone "oooh"ed. "He never taught that in class." whispered some students.
"Some believed these carpets were the carpets of certain types of gods." he continued. "This one, for example, is believed to be one of a rain god."
Someone raised their hand. "How can you tell?" They asked.
"There are many embroidered blue dots on this carpet. There are always a symbol which you can tell."
"How much is it worth?" Asked another kid.
"I would estimate... $1,400 of US money!" He answered.
"That's it?" I said. "I thought it would have been worth more."
"Well, then it was worth that much. Right now, I'm not sure exactly how rare or antique it is, so I'm not sure."

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.
"From my friend. Why, hun?" She responded.
"Do you know where your friend got it?" I asked. "And what friend?"
"I'm certain she said it was old and on the street." She responded. "And it was my friend from collage!" "Mmm..." I said. I was thinking. From the street? What did that mean? "What do you mean on the street, Mom?" I asked.
"It was found on the sidewalk." She responded. "And what street was this?" I asked. "I'm not sure." replied my mom.
I kept staring at it until I absorbed every little aspect of it's beauty. What about it was so mesmerizing? "Mom, how expensive was this?" I asked. "I don't know." she said. "I told you, my friend found it on the street."
I studied it intently. Then i had an idea. "Mom, can I take this to school tomorrow? I think my history teacher would be fascinated and know where it came from!"

"Oh, yes!" she said. "It is rather curious, isn't it?" She was now wrapped in her afternoon chores, cooking dinner.

They next day the carpet was in my bag. It was heavy, but I managed to hold onto it. Finally, I reached school. I hurried to my history teacher. "Mr. Krier, do you know what this is?" I asked, taking it out and showing him.

"That is an interesting design!" He exclaimed. "Where did you get it?"
"My mom's friend found it on the street." I replied. "I was hoping you'd know where it came from." He thought for a moment, examining the luscious and brilliant designs. After a few minutes, he said, "I do believe this came from Bukhara, a town of the Silk roads! We're in luck, we're studying about the silk roads today!" He said with a victorious grin. "Are you sure? Is that it?" I asked urgently. He smiled a mysterious smile. "You shall see."

Later during class, he presented my carpet. "Class, this is a perfect example of what we've been talking about so far!" Said the teacher. "Here is an example of Bukhara's famous carpets and gold embroidery!" He nodded. "And this is another example of something we talked about last week! Can anyone tell me what it is?"

I raised my hand. "Um... the fact that they put such beautiful designs in it so it costs more and attracts more people to buy it?"
"Close." he said. When nobody raised their hand, he said, "Some believed it had magic in it."
Everyone "oooh"ed. "He never taught that in class." whispered some students.
"Some believed these carpets were the carpets of certain types of gods." he continued. "This one, for example, is believed to be one of a rain god."
Someone raised their hand. "How can you tell?" They asked.
"There are many embroidered blue dots on this carpet. There are always a symbol which you can tell."
"How much is it worth?" Asked another kid.
"I would estimate... $1,400 of US money!" He answered.
"That's it?" I said. "I thought it would have been worth more."
"Well, then it was worth that much. Right now, I'm not sure exactly how rare or antique it is, so I'm not sure."
"It looks like it costs billions!" One student shouted.

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.
"From my friend. Why, hun?" She responded.
"Do you know where your friend got it?" I asked. "And what friend?"
"I'm certain she said it was old and on the street." She responded. "And it was my friend from collage!" "Mmm..." I said. I was thinking. From the street? What did that mean? "What do you mean on the street, Mom?" I asked.
"It was found on the sidewalk." She responded. "And what street was this?" I asked. "I'm not sure." replied my mom.
I kept staring at it until I absorbed every little aspect of it's beauty. What about it was so mesmerizing? "Mom, how expensive was this?" I asked. "I don't know." she said. "I told you, my friend found it on the street."
I studied it intently. Then i had an idea. "Mom, can I take this to school tomorrow? I think my history teacher would be fascinated and know where it came from!"

"Oh, yes!" she said. "It is rather curious, isn't it?" She was now wrapped in her afternoon chores, cooking dinner.

They next day the carpet was in my bag. It was heavy, but I managed to hold onto it. Finally, I reached school. I hurried to my history teacher. "Mr. Krier, do you know what this is?" I asked, taking it out and showing him.

"That is an interesting design!" He exclaimed. "Where did you get it?"
"My mom's friend found it on the street." I replied. "I was hoping you'd know where it came from." He thought for a moment, examining the luscious and brilliant designs. After a few minutes, he said, "I do believe this came from Bukhara, a town of the Silk roads! We're in luck, we're studying about the silk roads today!" He said with a victorious grin. "Are you sure? Is that it?" I asked urgently. He smiled a mysterious smile. "You shall see."

Later during class, he presented my carpet. "Class, this is a perfect example of what we've been talking about so far!" Said the teacher. "Here is an example of Bukhara's famous carpets and gold embroidery!" He nodded. "And this is another example of something we talked about last week! Can anyone tell me what it is?"

I raised my hand. "Um... the fact that they put such beautiful designs in it so it costs more and attracts more people to buy it?"
"Close." he said. When nobody raised their hand, he said, "Some believed it had magic in it."
Everyone "oooh"ed. "He never taught that in class." whispered some students.
"Some believed these carpets were the carpets of certain types of gods." he continued. "This one, for example, is believed to be one of a rain god."
Someone raised their hand. "How can you tell?" They asked.
"There are many embroidered blue dots on this carpet. There are always a symbol which you can tell."
"How much is it worth?" Asked another kid.
"I would estimate... $1,400 of US money!" He answered.
"That's it?" I said. "I thought it would have been worth more."
"Well, then it was worth that much. Right now, I'm not sure exactly how rare or antique it is, so I'm not sure."
"It looks like it costs billions!" One student shouted. "Chances are, that's how much it does cost." said Mr. Krier.

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.
"From my friend. Why, hun?" She responded.
"Do you know where your friend got it?" I asked. "And what friend?"
"I'm certain she said it was old and on the street." She responded. "And it was my friend from collage!" "Mmm..." I said. I was thinking. From the street? What did that mean? "What do you mean on the street, Mom?" I asked.
"It was found on the sidewalk." She responded. "And what street was this?" I asked. "I'm not sure." replied my mom.
I kept staring at it until I absorbed every little aspect of it's beauty. What about it was so mesmerizing? "Mom, how expensive was this?" I asked. "I don't know." she said. "I told you, my friend found it on the street."
I studied it intently. Then i had an idea. "Mom, can I take this to school tomorrow? I think my history teacher would be fascinated and know where it came from!"

"Oh, yes!" she said. "It is rather curious, isn't it?" She was now wrapped in her afternoon chores, cooking dinner.

They next day the carpet was in my bag. It was heavy, but I managed to hold onto it. Finally, I reached school. I hurried to my history teacher. "Mr. Krier, do you know what this is?" I asked, taking it out and showing him.

"That is an interesting design!" He exclaimed. "Where did you get it?"
"My mom's friend found it on the street." I replied. "I was hoping you'd know where it came from." He thought for a moment, examining the luscious and brilliant designs. After a few minutes, he said, "I do believe this came from Bukhara, a town of the Silk roads! We're in luck, we're studying about the silk roads today!" He said with a victorious grin. "Are you sure? Is that it?" I asked urgently. He smiled a mysterious smile. "You shall see."

Later during class, he presented my carpet. "Class, this is a perfect example of what we've been talking about so far!" Said the teacher. "Here is an example of Bukhara's famous carpets and gold embroidery!" He nodded. "And this is another example of something we talked about last week! Can anyone tell me what it is?"

I raised my hand. "Um... the fact that they put such beautiful designs in it so it costs more and attracts more people to buy it?"
"Close." he said. When nobody raised their hand, he said, "Some believed it had magic in it."
Everyone "oooh"ed. "He never taught that in class." whispered some students.
"Some believed these carpets were the carpets of certain types of gods." he continued. "This one, for example, is believed to be one of a rain god."
Someone raised their hand. "How can you tell?" They asked.
"There are many embroidered blue dots on this carpet. There are always a symbol which you can tell."
"How much is it worth?" Asked another kid.
"I would estimate... $1,400 of US money!" He answered.
"That's it?" I said. "I thought it would have been worth more."
"Well, then it was worth that much. Right now, I'm not sure exactly how rare or antique it is, so I'm not sure."
"It looks like it costs billions!" One student shouted. "Chances are, that's how much it does cost." said Mr. Krier.
"Really!?" One student asked in amazement.
"Can I take it home?" Said another.

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.
"From my friend. Why, hun?" She responded.
"Do you know where your friend got it?" I asked. "And what friend?"
"I'm certain she said it was old and on the street." She responded. "And it was my friend from collage!" "Mmm..." I said. I was thinking. From the street? What did that mean? "What do you mean on the street, Mom?" I asked.
"It was found on the sidewalk." She responded. "And what street was this?" I asked. "I'm not sure." replied my mom.
I kept staring at it until I absorbed every little aspect of it's beauty. What about it was so mesmerizing? "Mom, how expensive was this?" I asked. "I don't know." she said. "I told you, my friend found it on the street."
I studied it intently. Then i had an idea. "Mom, can I take this to school tomorrow? I think my history teacher would be fascinated and know where it came from!"

"Oh, yes!" she said. "It is rather curious, isn't it?" She was now wrapped in her afternoon chores, cooking dinner.

They next day the carpet was in my bag. It was heavy, but I managed to hold onto it. Finally, I reached school. I hurried to my history teacher. "Mr. Krier, do you know what this is?" I asked, taking it out and showing him.

"That is an interesting design!" He exclaimed. "Where did you get it?"
"My mom's friend found it on the street." I replied. "I was hoping you'd know where it came from." He thought for a moment, examining the luscious and brilliant designs. After a few minutes, he said, "I do believe this came from Bukhara, a town of the Silk roads! We're in luck, we're studying about the silk roads today!" He said with a victorious grin. "Are you sure? Is that it?" I asked urgently. He smiled a mysterious smile. "You shall see."

Later during class, he presented my carpet. "Class, this is a perfect example of what we've been talking about so far!" Said the teacher. "Here is an example of Bukhara's famous carpets and gold embroidery!" He nodded. "And this is another example of something we talked about last week! Can anyone tell me what it is?"

I raised my hand. "Um... the fact that they put such beautiful designs in it so it costs more and attracts more people to buy it?"
"Close." he said. When nobody raised their hand, he said, "Some believed it had magic in it."
Everyone "oooh"ed. "He never taught that in class." whispered some students.
"Some believed these carpets were the carpets of certain types of gods." he continued. "This one, for example, is believed to be one of a rain god."
Someone raised their hand. "How can you tell?" They asked.
"There are many embroidered blue dots on this carpet. There are always a symbol which you can tell."
"How much is it worth?" Asked another kid.
"I would estimate... $1,400 of US money!" He answered.
"That's it?" I said. "I thought it would have been worth more."
"Well, then it was worth that much. Right now, I'm not sure exactly how rare or antique it is, so I'm not sure."
"It looks like it costs billions!" One student shouted. "Chances are, that's how much it does cost." said Mr. Krier.
"Really!?" One student asked in amazement.
"Can I take it home?" Said another.
"Hey! That's mine!" I said. "My mom trusted me with that carpet, I don't want to lose it."

As I stared down at the beautiful carpet, inconceivable thoughts began to enter my head. Where did it come from? I wondered. What's it doing in my house? It looked like it was from Egypt. The textures were intricate and delicate. I heard a noise and jerked my head upward. It was my mom. "Hey mom, where'd this carpet come from?" I asked.
"It is an ancient artifact from the Silk Road! Isn't it lovely?" She said. "Oh, yes." I said. But for some reason, I felt it was more than that. It was a strange feeling. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Where did you get this?" I asked Mom.
"From my friend. Why, hun?" She responded.
"Do you know where your friend got it?" I asked. "And what friend?"
"I'm certain she said it was old and on the street." She responded. "And it was my friend from collage!" "Mmm..." I said. I was thinking. From the street? What did that mean? "What do you mean on the street, Mom?" I asked.
"It was found on the sidewalk." She responded. "And what street was this?" I asked. "I'm not sure." replied my mom.
I kept staring at it until I absorbed every little aspect of it's beauty. What about it was so mesmerizing? "Mom, how expensive was this?" I asked. "I don't know." she said. "I told you, my friend found it on the street."
I studied it intently. Then i had an idea. "Mom, can I take this to school tomorrow? I think my history teacher would be fascinated and know where it came from!"

"Oh, yes!" she said. "It is rather curious, isn't it?" She was now wrapped in her afternoon chores, cooking dinner.

They next day the carpet was in my bag. It was heavy, but I managed to hold onto it. Finally, I reached school. I hurried to my history teacher. "Mr. Krier, do you know what this is?" I asked, taking it out and showing him.

"That is an interesting design!" He exclaimed. "Where did you get it?"
"My mom's friend found it on the street." I replied. "I was hoping you'd know where it came from." He thought for a moment, examining the luscious and brilliant designs. After a few minutes, he said, "I do believe this came from Bukhara, a town of the Silk roads! We're in luck, we're studying about the silk roads today!" He said with a victorious grin. "Are you sure? Is that it?" I asked urgently. He smiled a mysterious smile. "You shall see."

Later during class, he presented my carpet. "Class, this is a perfect example of what we've been talking about so far!" Said the teacher. "Here is an example of Bukhara's famous carpets and gold embroidery!" He nodded. "And this is another example of something we talked about last week! Can anyone tell me what it is?"

I raised my hand. "Um... the fact that they put such beautiful designs in it so it costs more and attracts more people to buy it?"
"Close." he said. When nobody raised their hand, he said, "Some believed it had magic in it."
Everyone "oooh"ed. "He never taught that in class." whispered some students.
"Some believed these carpets were the carpets of certain types of gods." he continued. "This one, for example, is believed to be one of a rain god."
Someone raised their hand. "How can you tell?" They asked.
"There are many embroidered blue dots on this carpet. There are always a symbol which you can tell."
"How much is it worth?" Asked another kid.
"I would estimate... $1,400 of US money!" He answered.
"That's it?" I said. "I thought it would have been worth more."
"Well, then it was worth that much. Right now, I'm not sure exactly how rare or antique it is, so I'm not sure."
"It looks like it costs billions!" One student shouted. "Chances are, that's how much it does cost." said Mr. Krier.
"Really!?" One student asked in amazement.
"Can I take it home?" Said another.
"Hey! That's mine!" I said. "My mom trusted me with that carpet, I don't want to lose it."
"Lucky!" One student shouted.
"Now class, settle down." The teacher said, getting back to the lesson.

***

I walked home with the carpet in my hands, knowing that somebody would take it if I left it in my backpack.