A band of police officers pulled over Mr. Fanny’s compound and dashed out at once
Mr. Fanny was in the ball room at the time, checking up the new furniture he purchased after the smash-and-grab thieves invaded their home. It had been barely two weeks they left his sister’s house for theirs that police came checking on them. When he peeped through the window, and saw the fire in the eyes of the police men he knew hell was let loosed.
Mrs. Fanny and Kate ran downstairs to him, “Who called the police?” she asked him, looking at the door and expecting their knock soon.
“I wouldn’t know. I never did,” he replied and peered at Kate, “Did you dial 911?” he asked.
“Hell no, why would I invite the bird on a rainy day,” she quoted, and swallowed hard as she looked in the direction of the door.