Cracked by not so old pictures
Today we thoroughly enjoyed the weather with the Elderly Pictures. We all went outside. No, not in the direct sunlight, because that makes those old folks wrinkle and they can't play their songs anymore.
It was wonderful to relax under the trees, overlooking the Zuiderplas. We heard children playing; by the sound of it, ADELE was not quite 25 yet. "Vamos A La Playa" was the highest note from the "Bejaarde Plaatjes" (Senior Pictures). It was time to go home, bus full, and back to THE ELDERLY PICTURES HOUSE.
Arriving at the house, my breath was taken away; I couldn't utter a single note. A banner hung on THE ELDERLY PICTURES HOUSE that read "Squatted by not-so-Elderly Pictures." I listened intently but couldn't hear a crack. Marvin, standing next to me, said, "It's not a crack, it's a cracked house. We've lost our house." PANIC reigned. Call for emergency services, and this time the official ones: the police and the fire department. Let them come with heavy artillery.
After less than 10 tense minutes, the fire department arrived first, which I wasn't surprised to hear, as the police always arrive after the final note. Firefighter Harry addressed us, and he managed to calm us down professionally. I climbed the ladder truck and asked what their demands were. With that said, he zoomed off and climbed the ladder like a skyway to heaven.
There were long silences, which we're not used to, before Fireman Harry returned with the DEMANDS. "Let's hope this goes well." Harry approached me, his face ashen. I thought he was coming with unfulfillable DEMANDS for the squatters. Harry said, "I don't know how to say it, but..." I couldn't hold it in any longer; it was too much for me, and I shouted, "SAY IT, MAN. WHAT DO THEY WANT?" Harry took a deep breath and said with a tremor in his voice, "They're the children of my sister Miriam and my brother-in-law Guido." "Always been rebellious," he blurted out. But being the fireman he was, he immediately took action and called his sister Miriam and asked them to come.
The 18 not-so-elderly pictures chanted from the windows, "And we're not going home yet." Meanwhile, the worried parents had arrived. Miriam was completely distraught, and Guido said, "Honey, don't make such a fuss." I noticed he was the practical one. Miriam spoke to me and said, "It's all because we've neglected them." "I didn't know they were still so talented." I told the parents, without being able to control myself, "They can stay with us too." We looked at each other, wide-eyed and shocked. "Well," said Miriam. "DO IT," said the practical Guido. "They're best off here."
There he went again, Fireman Harry, up the ladder and started negotiating. He could do it because he was seen as a cool firefighter by those cracked, not-so-elderly pictures. Soon he came down with good news: they're staying. The front door opened, and the ELDERLY pictures could return to their house. Peace had returned, I thought.
TaduuTaduuTaduu, what could that be? Oh yeah, the police, of course.
