So dark it was, as murky and so gloomy that the world seemed to be swallowed by a mysterious higher power. It rained and stormed and thundered, continuously, for the two days and nights passed lately.

For the elderly it was such a depressing event to occur, because they could not go outside to do their daily jobs. But for the young ones, Josh, Henry, Anne and Peter, it was an occasion of celebration, since they hadn't had to go to school and could play all day long at home. Although Peter, the oldest of the youngests, didn't look much joyous that day.

“Should we bake a cake?” Was little Anne's suggestion.

“Let's.” The boys agreed, lastly did the motionless creature, Peter, for he had to answer his sister's glowing gaze.

“We have everything, though, leaving Milk. And we need milk,” he said. “And for your awareness, we don't have even a drop. Father could not go to the dairy, as you know.”

“Yeah, but we can ask some from aunt Helen, can't we?” Josh insisted hopefully.

But they couldn't....