Flowing offense a moral story

Flowing offense. It was a holiday. We three friends were sitting at the bottom of the mountain slope by the rain drain. We came here for a picnic. It had been raining on the mountains for two days and the drain had flooded, but we still went down to the drain and started bathing.

Things were flowing down from the mountains in the rapid flow of water. Sometimes a branch of a tree would come flowing, sometimes a dry wood, sometimes loaded with mangoes. Meanwhile, we saw a bunch of leaves and branches coming here. We rushed towards him and took hold of him and brought him to the shore.

When they looked closely, they were surprised that it was not a bunch of branches, but a small wooden box, on which the branches were wrapped in such a way that it looked like a bunch of branches from a distance.

When we removed the branches, a box came out of the trunk.

What’s in the box? Just as we were thinking, three men with terrible looks came out from behind the nearby bushes.

Beware! Do not open it. one of them said in a thunderous voice.
We backed away. A man stepped forward and grabbed the box.

come on let’s go said one of them, who seemed unconvinced.
But boss! This boy… said the bearer of the box.
There are two children. The boss said.
But boss! The children have seen the box. He said pointing to the box.

Then … Boss said confusedly.
Lock them in this cave. The third pointed to the cave in front of the hill and said.
They locked us in a mountain cave and placed a heavy stone in front of it: Now sit still for half an hour, if you make a sound you will be shot.

The leader threatened us and took the box and left.
The cave was closed with a stone, but it was so open that we could breathe or see out. We sat there for half an hour, then got up the courage to try to remove the stone, but the stone did not move.

Then we started making noise. Our voices reached a passing farmer.
He gathered some people and released us. When asked why we were imprisoned in the cave, we could only say because of fear that we were playing when the stone rolled forward to the mouth of the cave.

Since our picnic was left unfinished, we went to Kophar Slope the next Sunday but this time we sat a little further away from the slope. We were engaged in sports when suddenly Ahmed said: Look at that.
We looked at the drain. The bunch of branches was flowing again.

Let’s hide. Hisham said. We hid under the crest of a rising hill. From here we could see the whole scene far away. The same three men came out from behind the bushes. One jumped into the water and came out after clearing some bushes.
The three of them walked aside. Some Duraki jeep was parked. In which people sat down and left.
The matter gets messy. Ahmed said seeing the car going.
These people are criminals and must be involved in some big incident. Hisham said.
Let’s go to the police station and tell them.

I said.
We walked towards the police station. There was a police post on a small hill near the drain. The police inspector listened to us attentively, then consulted his colleagues. And we understood and put it back.

Gully Sunday we were again sitting facing down the slope.
Apparently, we were busy playing. But actually, we were waiting for someone and then we heard a harsh voice:

You came again. When we turned around, the criminal Collider was staring at us with devouring eyes: You can’t escape now, he said, taking out a pistol from his pocket.

Beware! Raise your hand up. At that moment a voice came. We turned around and saw three policemen coming with guns drawn. As the criminal turned his hand to fire at them, there was a loud explosion and the criminal’s pistol fell on the grass.

His hand was injured by a policeman’s bullet. He held his injured hand and started moaning.
Seeing this, the other two criminals were holding a box covered with bushes and were taking it out of the jungle. They started to run away, but the police inspector stopped and said: Beware! You are the target of our colleagues on the hill.

Everyone looked back and saw that the soldiers were indeed positioned on top of the hill. The steps of the criminals stopped there. In no time, a troop of soldiers arrived there and the criminals were arrested.
Later it was found that this group of smugglers had been engaged in smuggling in this way for a long time.
The accomplices of the criminals crossing the borders used to seal the smuggling in a box and wrap it in branches and pour it into the Kirpani, which the criminals present here would receive.