The other day I met John and Anna. They are two friends of mine who got married two years ago. They didn’t look very happy so I asked them if everything was all right and then they told me a strange story.
One month before, on a dark and rainy night, John and Anna were alone at home when they heard someone knocking at door. They weren’t expecting anybody so at first they decided not to open the door but someone outside kept on knocking at the door, and finally they opened it.
It was a litle boy, about ten years old, looking at them firmly and crying. They asked him what was wrong and why he was crying. He said to them that he was lost and he only wanted to call his family by phone.
They invited him to come in and telephone but then they remembered the phone didn’t work because of the storm, so they suggested that he could wait for the storm to finish and have dinner with them.
He seemed a very kind, cheerful and friendly boy and they had a funny time together. After dinner, they tried to phone his family again but the phone didn’t work. It was very late so my friends suggested that he could sleep at their home and he accepted.
The next morning when they woke up, the litle boy had disappeared and all the money, the computer, TV, and their valuable things too.
The little boy was a burglar, he police told them that he belonged to a professional team of burglars and it was he last time they ever saw him.
One month before, on a dark and rainy night, John and Anna were alone at home when they heard someone knocking at door. They weren’t expecting anybody so at first they decided not to open the door but someone outside kept on knocking at the door, and finally they opened it.
It was a litle boy, about ten years old, looking at them firmly and crying. They asked him what was wrong and why he was crying. He said to them that he was lost and he only wanted to call his family by phone.
They invited him to come in and telephone but then they remembered the phone didn’t work because of the storm, so they suggested that he could wait for the storm to finish and have dinner with them.
He seemed a very kind, cheerful and friendly boy and they had a funny time together. After dinner, they tried to phone his family again but the phone didn’t work. It was very late so my friends suggested that he could sleep at their home and he accepted.
The next morning when they woke up, the litle boy had disappeared and all the money, the computer, TV, and their valuable things too.
The little boy was a burglar, he police told them that he belonged to a professional team of burglars and it was he last time they ever saw him.