The old man frowned. Was he going to have to be disturbed all day long by these noisy birds?
Whoa! What was that?! His eyes popped open as he jerked up and looked around. Some sort of noise had woken him up. “Ehhhhh,” he grumbled as he nodded his head from side to side. Who was bothering him? He listened carefully, but all was quiet now. He sank back into his chair again, ready to fall into a peaceful sleep, when after only two minutes, he was up again from yet another noise.
Mr. Krankowitz got up angrily as a third strange sound filled the air. There it was again! It had to be the Faigelbaum kid next door, playing with his fire truck. That truck had a noisy siren that went right through your head.
The old man grabbed his coat and hat from the stand in the corner with a huff. Summer or not, you never know when it might pour. Placing his hat firmly on his head, coat draped over his hand, he marched over next door to complain.
Rat-a-tat-tat! He banged on the door.
It was only a few seconds until Efraim Faigelbaum made it to the window to see who was knocking so loudly.
