The Heroic Deed

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“Granny, when will Maya and David come here ?” questioned Ajax.
“Oh yes granny, I can’t wait. “ replied Ajax’s twin sister Samantha.
“ They will come tomorrow. Be patient. “ replied their granny.

During the summer vacations, Maya, David, Ajax and Samantha would visit their Granny every year. They were cousins. While Maya and Samantha were logical and intelligent, Ajax and David were clumsy and drove their mothers crazy.
The next day, when Maya & David arrived, Ajax & Samantha rushed to greet their cousins. They all would spend hours together everyday and go for cycling adventures. On one such day, the four cousins took their bicycles and sped off to an old fort nearby. It was believed to be haunted as people said that they would hear strange noises coming from the fort late at night. Rushing off at maximum speed, the four cousins reached the fort quickly. Ajax got off and went towards the door of the fort.
The fort was huge and had many windows. Moss covered the lower ends of the building and the paint was falling off. The door was quite small for such a huge fort. The cousins opened the door and ventured into the old building. The inside of the fort was very dark. But one room at the end of the corridor had all the candles lit. The cousins walked to the room with Samantha in the lead. Not to take any risks, the cousins hid behind a statue of a king. Then suddenly Maya whispered, “see those four people there. They seem to be quarreling.”
“Let’s get out I am hungry. “mumbled David. No one heard that otherwise there would have been a lot of shouting. “ I think they are robbers.” Said Samantha. “Let’s tell Granny! “ They all tiptoed out of the fort and took their bicycles. They hurried to their grandmother and informed her about what they saw. Frightened, their Granny contacted the local police to tell them about the robbers. They nabbed the robbers and an article about the heroic deed of the four cousins was published in the daily local newspaper.

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