I have to share something that happened in my neighborhood last Saturday. It involves a sweet lady, some local kids, and a grumpy neighbor. The ending is unbelievable! There’s a football field near our house where the local kids play on weekends. Mrs. Johnson, who lives down the street, has been making hot dogs and other goodies so the kids can stay and play longer without having to go home hungry. It seems ridiculous that anyone would have an issue with an older lady doing a good deed, but that’s exactly what happened.
Kind A sour neighbor approaches Mrs. Johnson as she is preparing her customary Saturday lunch for the neighborhood children. The sweet older lady ends up crying as the situation quickly gets out of control. However, the grumpy neighbor quickly learns that his harassment will not go unpunished! I must tell you about something that occurred last Saturday in my neighborhood. It features a grouchy neighbor, some neighborhood kids, and a sweet lady. The conclusion is astounding!
The neighborhood children play football on a field close to our house on the weekends. Down the street resident Mrs. Johnson has been preparing hot dogs and other treats so the kids can play for longer periods of time without worrying about going hungry. Although it seems absurd that anyone could object to an elderly woman performing a kind deed, that is precisely what transpired. Mom Johnson is truly a treasure. She appears to be in her late sixties and has the sweetest grin. She is, regrettably, a little lonely. She lost her husband a few years ago, and I believe her kids are far away. Feeding the children is one of her little traditions that seems to bring her so much happiness.
Plus, the children adore it. They run to Mrs. Johnson’s table every Saturday, where they thank her, laugh, and talk while snatching their hot dogs. It is a touching sight, which is why the horrific events of last Saturday occurred. As usual, Mrs. Johnson was arranging her table when Mr. Davis, the ill-tempered neighbor across the street, stormed out of his home prepared for a brawl. To my surprise, he went straight to Mrs. Johnson. He snarled and waved his arms, asking, “What is all this noise?” “And what scent is that? Is this where you really throw huge parties every weekend?
Mrs. Johnson leaped. “Oh, Mr. Davis, that is simply lunch for the kids,” “Well, I am done with it now!” he exclaimed. “I am making a police call.” This is not a lunchroom. Mrs. Johnson looked stunned. “These kids have nowhere else to go, Mr. Davis. For a few of them, lunch is out of reach. I am only attempting to assist. He crossed his arms and scoffed. “Help? I smell your fatty food, and all I hear is noise. I require sleep because I work nights. This needs to end!
Mrs. Johnson cast a glare. “No. Mr. Davis, I am not going to quit feeding these youngsters. Do not even try to say that you spend your work nights with me! Everyone on the street is aware of your true activities
