An Annoying Annecdote

It was a gloomy evening of 3 when a little kid strolled down the garden and paced the narrow stony pathway to the other side of the house. For one clear mission – to find the staircase – he pushed his little body fast towards the end of the path. The little steps came to a halt when the kid was tapped harshly at the shoulder. Instantaneously, he twisted and found a guy of early teens giggling. Within a second, the mischief slid away beyond the thick ferns. There, amidst the garden, was the little boy, crying on account of being disturbed. He ran with a loud woo to his mother and asked her to usher the naughty guy. Out comes the sympathy mother to the garden, with her veils and purdah on. After a while, she went in and left the kid playing outside. Then comes the guy, again, tapping the boy’s shoulder hard and then run a giggle away back to his hiding. Off goes the little kid, crying back home, nagging again for his mother’s help. This anecdote reiterated a couple of times and the mother gets sick of her poor little child. For the last time, the mother brings her child in and locked the front door shut.