Poor Friends: Jake, Robert And Albus

 Poor Friends : Jake, Albus And Robert

It happens to be evening, I am planning to go cycling with Jake. Jake came home before my coaching got over. Jake took Robert along with us. Robert was 2 years younger And Jake was the man bimistakenly born 1 year later than me.

Jake and I were on Royal Enfield of Jake's father. And Robert the lazy learner, learnt riding a few days before, so we left Robert on a single Splendid of his father's. I didn't had a bike, because, I had rich friends, so, that my father said that why not you ride on your friend's bikes. And his clause seems correct to me.

     Jake and I went in an unknown alley, Robert was following." Where you both brats are going?" Robert grunted. "In your reception, Robert," Jake answered. Robert had Cynophobia and Nyctophobia. As the alley was full of dogs and darkness. Robert was feeling unsafe.

          That night something happened that we both cannot forget in our lifetime. Robert got caught by a dog, he braked the vehicle. Put of on a stand and stood up. The dog was looking on him with bleeding eyes of hunger. His body with black hairs on whole body and white hairs on his beside his eyes.

               His eyes twinkled when the bikes headlight torched on him, Robert was frightened and scattered. Robert was begging help with nearby shopkeeper. The shopkeeper said, " The dog seems hungry, better you give him some dog biscuits."

"How much it costs?" Robert asked. " 25 dollars only" The shopkeeper said. " What? 25 dollars for a small packet of biscuits !". "Yup, if you wanna buy, you can either, stand whole night in front of the dog." Shopkeeper grunted and shrugged. Robert bought a packet of biscuit and opened. As the packet opened, the dog jumped on Robert and snatched it. 

        By the way, the incident happened. We the Enfield riders were also caught by a group of dogs. Street dogs, all dirty and untidy , marinated with mud. Jake sighed" Ugh! Run the bike ! Run the bloody bike!" 

" The petrol's over , how can I run the bike!" I shouted angrily. By the way, the dogs were coming closer and closer with their perilous faces. " Damn, the bike . Just Runnnnn!" I yelled and ran at 20 km/hr. " It's my father's favourite bike , how can we leave it alone , if it is robbed then?" Jake said coughing and running. " No, I have taken the keys bro!" I grunted. "Bingo!" Jake sighed. There was a bicycle standing on a corner. Jake didn't mind it. And the handle of the bicycle got stuck in the pocket of Jake's trouser. Jake fell down and his trouser got stuck in the handle and wore out the body of Jake. But, the dogs were still behind us, so , Jake continued running in his underwear. After running Quarter an hour, we stopped coughing and tired.

            Till the time, Robert came on his Splendid bike, picked us and dropped on the place where our bullet fell. We bought 18 packets of dog biscuits and gave it to the street dogs, our pockets emptied due to the cash prize. And returned home via petrol pump filling the petrol on loan. By the way, Jake was still in his underwear.

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