Down the trouble off we go

The reason

In these silently roaring thoughts time passed as he made his journey to the roof of the old-house ( a favorite spot of his to go and find inner peace)
" well!" Suddenly came the voice of Mrs. Laura from behind David, the footsteps of whom were ignored by the rather busy senses of David, who was startled on hearing her as-usual i-simply-dont-care tone.
Upon seeing David jump at her voice Mrs. Annabeth said in a trying-to-be-sweet tone
" what is wrong boy?"
" I am all wrong." David said bluntly &
Then he let silence play it's role of indicating Mrs. Annabeth how dearly he wanted her to leave and at the same time dreading the thought of being alone again. The silence did play a part though unlike David 's expectations it annoyed Mrs. Laura a bit and she shook david with her walking stick. David said nothing but despite his efforts to make him look unbreakable H2O started to roll in his eyes like bubbles making them look twice their size that even Mrs. Laura Annabeth saw it from standing behind David and all of a sudden her heart melted and she did something she hadn't done in years. She sat beside him and lovingly patted David on the back and sweetly sang a song which were enrolled in David's ears ages ago . David was amazed and marvelled to hear Mrs. Laura's melliflous voice and in that soft tune he very soon drowsed off to sleep as he slowly sensed all the grumpy people of his life gathering around him on the roof of the old-house.
                                                                                               
When David woke again he was in a bed with a blanket on him. He felt warm even if the storm of the winter was beginning to appear outside making 4:00 in the evening look like 9:00 in the night to him. He tried to fall asleep again in an attempt to capture a dream in which he could see the love with which he was given the blanket and placed on his bed by the people he so loved but sleep or even a small nap had to travel a long a way before coming to him so he decided to take a walk outside ( the storm's intensity for the moment being bearable ). He was just strolling near the left side of old -house which had a rather extended roof making a sort of a shelter for him against the storm when as he reached the corner to turn towards the back-side of the house he heard whispering. He stopped himself there ,tempted to listen to the conversation as he recognised the voices  belonged to Mr. Steve and his grandson. Ice struck him as he heard the depth of the conversation.
"I dont want to listen a single word peter." Came the angry whispher of Mr. Steve " what were you thinking when coming here all alone and that too so secretly wi-"
" But i wanted to talk to you dastepe i was desperate " came the whisper of Peter in a desperate tone " oh honestly dastepe ! A small house it is and it took me so long to find you that i eventually started behaving like a buly whose first and last prey was that soft-spoken and polite boy and then the rest of the time you refused to listen to me and now you bring me out in this storm so that by the time i am finished with my talk i get frozen to death"
"Uhh!!" Then Mr. Steve stopped for chosing the right word and finally settled with " bunkum"
" oh! Come-on dastepe i have found the zogger-bite " --

                                                   
   
                                                                
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