A great idea from Uncle Frits
The Christmas days are, a tad quieter than other years, slipped by and Uncle Frits sits in his chair in front of the window. Also on the street it is quieter than usual. Even indoors, as Aunt Coby thinks of a firework-free New Year, an unheard and unprecedented rest for the time of year.
Uncle looks out for himself thoughtfully. So no fireworks, and of course there's no hair on uncle's head thinking of getting involved with popping peas or asterisks or stuff like that.
Just like Auntie once again from her lawyer with whipped cream candy, Uncle breaks the silence with a brilliant hunch: 'Hey, Coby, did we still have that milk can that grandfather left us? We can use it to shoot carbide here in the street! '
Auntie chokes tightly. And yes, a shame of that lawyer...
