The grumpy old man had taken their ball again. They couldn't let this go on.
The grumpy old man, Mr Parekh's house was right next to the only park the kids had to play. They often played cricket or catch. Many a times the ball went straight to his porch. He would shout at them to not throw balls on his property and in order to teach them a lesson, he confiscated all the balls that came his way. Even if the children begged him to return them, he would scowl at them and scare them away.
The kids weren't keeping count but they estimated that the man may have a collection of 30 balls at the very least. It wasn't fair he was keeping whats theirs with no repercussion. They had even collectively complained to their parents but none of them wanted to get on Mr Parekh's wrong side. He had been the community president for 10 years and had a lot of respect within the community. So the kids had to take matters into their own tiny hands. They had to teach him a lesson.
They decided to make his life a little difficult. It started with ringing his doorbell and hiding repeatedly till he got flustered and angry. They started playing very loudly and all of them would scream at the top of their lungs till he came out and lost it. They took thier dogs to poop in front of his porch. But besides riling him up temporarily, their actions did not get their lost balls back.
One day they ran out balls. They knew needed to ask Mr Parekh to return them. Uptil now, they had individually approached him. This time they all decided to go, so none of them had to face him alone.
Mr Parekh is taken aback seeing 10 kids on his porch. One of them musters the courage to voice their collective demand. "Uncle, we are really sorry our cosco balls disturb you. But now we have lost so many our parents wont buy us anymore. We will try not to throw them on your side, but could you please return the balls. We are very sorry, for everything", he said. They get the door shut on their faces. All the kids decide to keep standing there. After 20 minutes, the door opens and Mr Parekh's helper comes and gives them their 40 balls. The kids rejoice, screaming 'Thank You Uncle', 'Thank You Uncle' all the way.
Mr Parekh,sitting on his rocking chair, sipping his tea, smiles gently.
The grumpy old man, Mr Parekh's house was right next to the only park the kids had to play. They often played cricket or catch. Many a times the ball went straight to his porch. He would shout at them to not throw balls on his property and in order to teach them a lesson, he confiscated all the balls that came his way. Even if the children begged him to return them, he would scowl at them and scare them away.
The kids weren't keeping count but they estimated that the man may have a collection of 30 balls at the very least. It wasn't fair he was keeping whats theirs with no repercussion. They had even collectively complained to their parents but none of them wanted to get on Mr Parekh's wrong side. He had been the community president for 10 years and had a lot of respect within the community. So the kids had to take matters into their own tiny hands. They had to teach him a lesson.
They decided to make his life a little difficult. It started with ringing his doorbell and hiding repeatedly till he got flustered and angry. They started playing very loudly and all of them would scream at the top of their lungs till he came out and lost it. They took thier dogs to poop in front of his porch. But besides riling him up temporarily, their actions did not get their lost balls back.
One day they ran out balls. They knew needed to ask Mr Parekh to return them. Uptil now, they had individually approached him. This time they all decided to go, so none of them had to face him alone.
Mr Parekh is taken aback seeing 10 kids on his porch. One of them musters the courage to voice their collective demand. "Uncle, we are really sorry our cosco balls disturb you. But now we have lost so many our parents wont buy us anymore. We will try not to throw them on your side, but could you please return the balls. We are very sorry, for everything", he said. They get the door shut on their faces. All the kids decide to keep standing there. After 20 minutes, the door opens and Mr Parekh's helper comes and gives them their 40 balls. The kids rejoice, screaming 'Thank You Uncle', 'Thank You Uncle' all the way.
Mr Parekh,sitting on his rocking chair, sipping his tea, smiles gently.
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