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Pranks and Perspective

“Hi, you have been awarded the best dancer for the year. Please come down and collect your award.” The receptionist said. “It’s eleven ‘o clock in the night and I know this is a prank call,” John said. “Mr. John do you think as a receptionist of the hotel I might be fooling around at eleven in the night, please come down immediately and collect the prize.” The receptionist said. “Bro, let’s go down and get the prize I have been selected as the best dancer,” said John. “That’s great,” Tim said. “Let’s go!” Jim said.

“Dude that was a neat trick!” Ron said. “You’re a game bro,” Niel said. “I want to John’ reaction when he sees an empty reception as his gift,” Ron said. “Let’ go downstairs,” Kim said. We hurried downstairs to find the troika of John, Tim, and Jim. “But He said He would be right here and would give me the present,” John said ruing the fact that he was fooled. “What are you doing here?” Tim asked. “We are going to buy some crocin for Niel,” I said. “He is not keeping well since the evening,” Ron said. I went to open the door. “It’s too dark outside don’t go out,” Tim said. “Yeah I guess you are right we will wait for the receptionist and ask him for some crocin,” I said. “Where is the receptionist dude?” John said. “I don’t know maybe he is partying somewhere,” I said. “But He said he is downstairs with my gift....” John said looking puzzled. “Leave it, bro, you have been fooled,” Tim said and they all went upstairs.

We came upstairs. “Dude you should have seen his face,” Ron said laughing uncontrollably. “What a prank bro, you nailed it,” Niel said. “Dude you should have been downstairs,” I said.
“I could imagine the happenings down there,” Aaron said, who had been hiding in the bathroom all this while. “Who must be it?” John asked Jim and Tim. “I have no clue man! It was all too neatly done.” Jim said. “Sam must have pulled it off,” Tim said. “He was their downstairs waiting for us. They all were waiting for us.” John said. “It was a great prank,” Tim said. “And I must agree,” Jim said.

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