1st month best short story

We're going on a Shampoo Hunt

This must definitely be told, as it happened in our first 48 hrs in Rwanda.

Mum badly needed a shampoo, which we hadn't brought with us to save space and weight, so the Terrible Trio, aka Mattia, Michele and Sam, decided to come to her rescue and venture out of the Conference Centre, where we where staying during those first few days, for a walk in the neighbourhood, meaning up and down the road, as any turn would take them in the even more unfamiliar ground of dirt roads. 

The first stop was the fairly good shop Mum&Dad had discovered in August, very reliable as to basic food but, as it proved, not very well supplied as other items are concerned.

The Terrible Trio are not easily discouraged and want to prove to Mummy that they can survive without having to wait for the first journey to the city centre and its big, western-products filled supermarkets, so off they go, further up the hill, to the next shop, asking for this seemingly normal thing called shampoo. 

The fact is that those shops, both the second and the third, whose owners kindly send our three hunters from one to the other and back again, are really small, so the three boys have not to take a decision: go back to Mum, defeated, and admit we'll have to rely on trips to "town", or keep hunting? Of course, despite the newly faced heat and the slope, quite tiring for the cubs, after the still near 2-day journey and because of the aforementioned temperatures, the leader of the pack decides not to leave the bear, ops, the shampoo any chance of escape, so they saunter as happily as they can down the hill, past their home, to the next junction, where other shop lie. The first enquiry is again fruitless, but actually it will prove vital, as the kind young man guides the hunters next door, to a hair-saloon, where the ladies offer a quite expensive pray, kindly refused; the 4th hunter now is on a mission, so off they move, to another shop, where, surprise, surprise, they've got shampoo! Now, there were not a dozen options to choose from, rather one, big 5 litre bottle... but shampoo it is, isn't it, and the price is good too, and after half an hour the hunters want their trophy, so out comes the money and they've got what they were after! 

The trophy is big and heavy, but like any good hunter, Michele wants to parade it in style, and as a good adventurer, he's been waiting for months to start adapting to the African customs, especially the carrying habits, so with a push, a pull and a help from daddy, now the big bottle rests on his head, though still held by his hands and the T.T. start going uphill, quite tired under the unforgiving afternoon sun, but quite happy too or better extremely satisfied with their success and their first African carrying experiment. 

After a few stops to re-adjust the load and take a breath, the boys arrive home, or Dad manages to drag them back, ready for the big moment, when they can finally proudly say: "Mummy, we've found it, here's your shampoo!"

Now, luckily for her they're called the Terrible Trio but they're still good missionaries, so they follow Jesus's tracks of meekness and mildness, otherwise her African days would have come to a sudden halt, because instead of a loud, grateful and praising welcoming, the one and only answer which the three hunters heard was a heart-breaking, quick and acid

"whydidyoubuysomuchofyoudontknowwhat-wecouldhavejustwaitedfortomorrowandgonetothecitycentre"!

But they love her sooooo much and, at the end, she was happy with it and she's still using it without any complaint.