Two weeks passed and it happened again. Bill had been reading his book in his favorite chair when suddenly something started running underneath his carpeting again. The first time it happened bill is sitting in the exact same spot reading his favorite book. Bill actually thought maybe he was seeing things that first time but there is no question now it was really a mystery. Bill thought to himself I don't ask very much for my life I like to read my books and I like it very very quiet. Bill hadn't been this angry since those hideous children down the street thought they could ride their bicycles in front of his house at two o'clock on a Saturday afternoon. What with his hideous children thinking ruining a perfectly good Saturday with their loud laughing? Bull told those children off and they ran away into their homes exactly the way it should be on a sunny Saturday afternoon. Everyone knows the weekends are for quiet reading. Bill didn't dare ask the neighbors if anything strange was happening in their houses. He suddenly realized that he didn't have a friend in the world. A few minutes later the strange creature ran again from one end of the living room to the other underneath the carpeting. Bill picked up a chair from the dining room set and started smashing it on top of whatever of the mystery creature could be. Unfortunately the creature didn't die it just Scampering back and forth across to his living room. As is it is day couldn't get any worse he could hear the laughing of children outside. It's bad enough the neighborhood children bug them all weekend long do they have to be up in the nighttime is well. Where their parents he thought. It looked like his favorite chair and his favorite book were going to have to wait. This mystery had to be solved. The next morning Bill contacted the local exterminator and asked him to come and check out his house. The exterminator came and could not find any evidence of animals large enough to make that kind of dent in the carpeting. The exterminator did find some string and a whole in the back door and running all the way to the front doors. Neither of them could explain where it came from. The mystery continued....

 

Exterminator went out the back door to check out the yard and asked Bill why he had so many balls in his backyard when he had no children. Bill said I collect the balls from the neighborhood lawns and any time a ball lands in my yard I don't give it back to those horrible neighborhood children. Balls just get them all excited and make them want to make noise I hate noise. Suddenly an idea came to the exterminator, he knew exactly what was going on in Bill's house. Exterminator told Bill maybe if you're a little nicer to the neighborhood children and you hand back all these balls your troubles will and. Bill asked why and that exterminator said I'm not to tell you that I guarantee you if you give back all the balls your troubles will be over. Bill did listen to the exterminator and sent him on his way. A few weeks later the exact same thing happened again a wild animal ran back and forth across to this living room underneath the carpeting terrifying him. Bill thought I'm but a listen to that exterminator and return all the balls to the neighborhood kids what can it hurt I mean this has to stop. One by one Bill returned every single ball in his backyard to the various neighborhood kids. He wasn't sure exactly where they went but he figured they'd get to the right place eventually. On the second last house he returned three balls and a frisbee and that young man that lived in the house said okay bill because he returned our balls I promise not to play with them in your house anymore. Bill asked what he was talking about. The little boy said Jamie from down the street and I decide to play a trick on you and put a ball underneath your carpeting and Emily Pollard back and forth with the string on either side of your house to teach you a lesson not to steal our toys. Bill asked and promised never to do it again.