Mr. Mad, a scientist, had just invented a Mad medicine and left it near the open window in the science room in his house. Just then, one by one, some naughty monkeys hopped down from the nearby tree, drank the bottle of medicine, entered the house and started crazily scampering here and there. One of the mad monkeys outside, bit their bulldog, Madder which also turned mad. The dog then ran after Mr.Mad and his wife, Mrs.Mad, bit both of them, and they also screamed hysterically and danced inside the house. Thereafter, that house was called the “Mad House” !
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Mr.Fox was a short, medium-build, man of 60 years with greyed out hair and brown eyes. A senior criminal lawyer. A simple and humble human being, who was devoted to his job. He was just back home after a visit to his elder sister that Sunday. They were both meeting after a gap of 2 years. His brother in law, Mr.Brown, was out of town. The last time they had met was for Mr.Fox’s wife’s funeral. She had died of a prolonged illness. It was already past 11:30 pm that stormy night. There was nobody outside in the surrounding area, except for a stray dog that howled continuously. Mr.Fox was searching for his reading glass at the time. He had a hobby of sitting down in his favourite rocking chair in the dining hall and finding solace in reading novels, every night before going to bed. He was one such person, always determined, and never willing to give in to loneliness, following his wife’s death. Just then the telephone rang. Continue reading