Lemonade

 Who could have looked more concern less than I did on that Sunday noon?  Strolling my fingers through my hair I reposed back against a pillar in the crowded street. However, no one comprehended that I was signaling to the two boys at a corner who signaled me back before slinking through back door of a lemonade shop, in an unobserved manner.  We were companions of Raspberry gang, a club of local teenagers formed for farcical yet we were about to launch an errand on the lemonade shop.

Last week, young Bustep abruptly collapsed while a baseball game and doctors proclaimed that his dilated heart was detriment by some hazardous diet. Among our conjectures, Bustep’s elder brother surmised the lemonade Bustep had been drinking and a few verifications divulged the truth. The vile and abominated owner of the shop Adelaide had blended addictive substances into lemonade to enhance sale, nevertheless in a cunningly proof less way.

The ingredient molests the fragile organs immediately. Bustep’s brother told us. Hence a plan took shape as we amalgamated this information with a well known fact that Adelaide owned a feeble stomach. Further he was a fond of lemonade.

Plum another member of raspberry nodded at me from the shop when I was gazing at the throng of customers. I sensed victory, knowing that our two sharpest allies have accomplished the arduous undertaking of altering Adelaide’s personal and evidently hygienic jug of drink with a corrupted one. Now was my turn. I rushed into the shop and sent the door to a thundering shut. Adelaide frowned ‘Hey! You look handsome behind the counter’. Adelaide stared in amazement, ‘Mr. Lemonade’ I said and Adelaide groaned’ Two lemonade please’ I ordered and grim faced seller, who was serving the customers in between grumbling, dumped two glasses in my hands. Not with standing, my hands were not there, because I had pulled them timely back, sending the lemonades on floor and splashes on Adelaide. He aimed his fists at me and turned to drink some lemonade to extinguish the frustration, the harmful lemonade. That marked my aim, but I adjudged to stay. After half an hour, Adelaide’s grumbling and groans halted with a squeak. Customers gaped at him. There was second one and then Adelaide screeched like a cat. The amazed concourse broke into laughter at the sight, which turned more jocular when a bull frog seemed to yell and Adelaide’s neck swelled up like one too. ‘This is the loudest and fattest toad I have ever witnessed’, a girl smirked. Adelaide retreated back and his hiccups settled, or rather replaced with strange noises coming from his stomach. ‘Timer is set Adelaide will burst anytime’.  Chortles aroused while the clatters evaluated into rumblings. Everyone laughed their hearts out, paying him back for some of his mean comments and rude mien. In between, the doomed shopkeeper hastened and stepped on the dropped lemonade. He fell as such behind the counter that the space fitted him. Viewing several men, attempting to liberate the en masse of flesh and skins made me feel weaker with laughter. When he was conclusively unfettered, he was brought to an inner room. I heard one man telling him,’ ‘it was quite a musical show you gave us’. I was aware that plum would be accompanying Adelaide. Right then I craved to be spectator of her saying; ‘Stop your filthy work now, or we will not even require a laboratory proof of it. You are a living proof of entire stuff yourself’ I also yearned to watch the defeat in Adelaide’s eyes. I sighed and with a chuckle, left through the cachinnation of gleeful mob.