Grandpa was running and running. But he got tired very quickly. He needed sugar. Johny too – he didn't get his annual dose of sugar after all. Mister Wieslaw stopped. Johny came down to the ground. At the moment, they noticed that they were no longer in the forest, but in the parking lot near Tesco market.
- Grandpa, i'm hungry.
- Me... me too.
John started crying.
- They're all dead, aren't they?! And now we are poor! And all this on my birthday...
Great grandfather patted him on the shoulder, and putting on a brave face, asked with a smile.
- It's your seventh birthday, right?
- Tenth...
- So you deserve a gift!
- Will I get a sugar cube?! - he was suddenly rejoiced.
- Sugar cubes are for weaklings... I'll buy pralines for you!
- What is it?
A moment of silence.
- Eee... wait here for a while...
Dziadzio headed towards the store. He walked through a self-opening glass door. After twenty minutes, he returned empty-handed.
- Johnny, we need money!
They began to wonder how to earn money. Begging was out of the question - a lot of experience is needed for that. A full-time job was bad idea too, because they were very hungry and needed quick cash. Johny started walking in the parking lot. He He grabbed the handle and drove the cart to the shelter, where other shopping carts were crowded. When he put it back in its place, a 2-zloty coin fell out of the red container attached to the handle. He took the coin and headed towards Grandpa, wondering how to get money. Handing out leaflets? Collecting empty soda cans? Suddenly it dawned on him. He ran to Grandpa and told him about everything.
The hunt has begun. Hunting for carts. Grandpa and Johny were running and putting all the carts into the shelter. Sometimes they even ripped them off by force from innocent clients. Sometimes they also found a few pennies on the ground. As the sun went down and there were far fewer cars in the parking lot, they counted their loot. They were very surprised when they spotted plastic quasi-coins among the coins (maybe you know them, there is such a gadget already - its only purpose is that you can put it, instead of a two-zloty coin, into the shopping cart. Although it doesn't make sense anyway - you also have to take the cart back into shelter to get the plastic coin back)
- Pathetic scums! - Grandpa got angry.
- They outsmarted us - Johny made a dull face.
They had four plastic coins, sixteen zlotys and twenty-four groszy and a special, gold-shining, 100th-anniversary-of-independence-of-Poland-limited-edition of two-zloty coin. They both went to the store. They were walking and walking but suddenly the glass dor hit their heads.
- The doors always opened automatically ... - Grandpa was surprised.
They noticed a sign hanging behind the glass door with a blood-red, hopeless word "CLOSED" written on it. Johny was furious and pounded his fist on the door. On impact, the sign snapped back and turned inside out. Now they were seeing green, inviting word "OPEN". Surprised by the cleverness of his great-grandson, Wieslaw ran in the doors and again, strucked his forehead hard.
- It doesn't work either?!
But Grandpa's forehead still ached...
He looked up at the sky. It was night.
- Oh no... Militsiya hour.*
- Grandpa...
- John, we have should hide or they will find us...
- Who?
Stressed Grandpa looked around, and then whispered:
- ZOMOs.**
*https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Militsiya_hour
**https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ZOMO
