Fountains of light
They stood by the door and looked around. There was an L-shaped room with large linoleum floor tiles. All the forty-five numbered tiles were yellowy brown except two tiles. They were green. Some homemade cupcakes were on the 43rd tile. There was also a golden cannon in the middle of room promising horror.
Uncle Larry could tell at a glance that they were in a dangerous situation. "She bakes the most delicious cupcakes, I've ever had." his assistant thought, staring at the cupcakes. He decided to go toward the cupcakes, but he stopped because of Larry's warning. "Stay over here! we're in a minefield."Uncle Larry warned.
Mr. Assistant laughed hollowly, "Landmine, You must be kidding!" Uncle Larry shook his head, "No, I didn't mean to startle you. However, if you took a look around, you notice the warning signs are everywhere: hedgehogs, yellow tiles and cannon!"
Uncle Larry shut his eyes tight. The basket fell on the second square, the yellowy brown tile turned green. Uncle Larry sighed with relief that the tile was safe. Mr. Assistant gave a sharp cry and jumped back in shock, However, it wasn't all the surprise.
Mr. Assistant’s eyebrows arched, “How do you know this?”
Uncle Larry explained, “This game is similar to "Minesweeper", at attempt to get to the 45th cell, you have to determine the landmines, set the clocks for eight o'clock and place the Haft-seen collection on the 43rd cell. Be careful, the Green cells are safe, and the clocks are clue for determining mines."
Mr. Assistant’s eyes sparkled with excitement, “I caught. So a landmine set in the 9th cell.”
Uncle Larry rolled up his sleeves, “That’s right! it is child’s play. But don't forget to guess and act very fast, soon the sand will be over."
"all right, I'm ready." Mr. Assistant said as he started to roll up his jeans to his knees. Uncle Larry couldn't help laughing. Mr. Assistant said, "Don't laugh, rolled-up jeans are in fashion."
Mr. Assistant took Larry's presents out of the basket and said, "Great. I play chess very well."
Uncle Larry went to the trees and set them for the correct time. After that he calmly walked toward the 10th cell and stamped his feet to emerge next clues.
The 10th turned green and some trees appeared around. Uncle Larry learned the next landmine where was. Mr. Assistant kept his startled eyes fixed on him. Uncle kept on finding the bombs as he moved forward inch by inch. The sand was falling swiftly, and clocks were ticking away.
It was a long way from the first tile to the last tile on the left. Uncle Larry found five bombs which were hidden at this area. When he arrived at 25th tile he waved his hand at his assistant.
"I guess it's my turn to sweep the mines." Mr. Assistant said. Uncle Larry nodded, "There are only two bombs left. Please help me."
"I'd be pleased to help you if I can" Mr. Assistant said as he took a hesitate step to the next cell. As he found the sixth landmine, Uncle Larry shouted, "Excellent, set the clock and keep on moving."
After Mr. Assistant determined 7th landmine, he stood on the 43rd cell, next to the 45th tile. The endless ticking of clocks, flying the grains of sand everywhere, fast beating of the hearts. He was only a step away the last cell, and the last grain of sand was falling. "No, you can't drop--I'm not ready yet." Mr. Assistant shouted as he sidled the Haft-seen basket to the 45th tile, then crammed his mouth with cupcake.
The cuckoo clocks started to whirr before striking eight. The last grain of sand fell on the floor, the golden cannon fired a blossom ball into the air at the arrival of new year. The drums were beating in distance. Uncle Larry hugged his assistant and said, “Eide shoma mobarak.” The war was all over, Mr. Assistant let out a relief sigh; the spring was there.
They stood there, watching the garden. All the trees came into bloom, and the birds filled their branches happily. All the bombs exploded and seven springs welled up through the ground, babbling brooks ran across the former minefield. Mr. Assistant shut his eyes tight, splashed the fresh water on his face, then danced about like a child. The room smelled of Spring.
Some minutes after , an elegant kamancheh with a bow hovered above the 43rd square. Then, a circular column of blue light emanated from the sand-way. Uncle Larry immediately grabbed the musical instrument, leaped in the tractor-beam, and blinked at his friend, "Let's go to the second floor with flying carpet!" Mr. Assistant's eyes rounded in horror, "OMG, aliens!"