Once upon a time, there was a lady, by the name of Margaret, who lived in an apartment on the highest floor...
One day she was in the kitchen making some eggs for breakfast. And so, she sat down to eat. She then returned to the kitchen to get the salt. Just as she was going to start eating, she was interrupted by the telephone ringing. She wondered who could be calling, “Well, “ she said, bringing herself back to reality. “I mustn’t keep whoever is waiting.” And so, she went over to the telephone and answered it. “Hello?” No answer. And then the ringing stopped.
“Huh. How strange.” She thought out loud. She sat back down but before she could touch her fork, the telephone rang again; she got back up, answered the phone and said “Hello? “
And then surprisingly, she heard a voice, a mysterious voice that was a dark, gruff voice, with a slight Turkish accent, “This is the viper,” the voice said. “I’m coming up.” Someone must be fooling around Margaret thought, and with that, she proceeded to sit back down and manage to chew a few bites of the cold omelet. But before she ate enough to consider herself full, the telephone rang again. She ran to the telephone, snatched it, and yelled “Who is it?!”
“It’s the viper,” he said calmly. “I’ll be up soon.” At this point, Margaret thought she was going mad. She sat on the couch to take a few deep breaths to calm herself. “Just silly old kids trying to be funny,” she assured herself. Then she went to the fridge and poured herself some orange juice. Just as she was about to take a sip, the telephone rang and again it was the viper. “I’m coming up now.” Margaret quickly called the police. They said that they would be there right away. She sighed with relief. Twenty minutes later the doorbell rang. “It’s them,” Margaret said happily and she opened the door. There, instead of a group of policemen, stood a short man holding a bucket and a mop. “I am the viper,” he said, “I vish to vash and vipe your windows.”