One dumb thing happened when I was young. We climbed on the roofs of the garages in the yard of our big many-family house, and the back of one of the garages went out in the yard of another house, a house owned by a family of yews. As they noticed us (me, 2 boys and a girl), they started to shout at us that we should go off there. But the fact is, the garage belonged more to our yard, so we cared a hell about them shouting at us. They became angry and threated to come overe here and kick our asses (their father, around 30 years old probably). Still we didn't care and remained on the roof. Then he ran over to our yard. We fled over another roof of yet another house of another family of yews. When we came down to earth again, we decided to hide in the cellars (there were cellars going through the entire house, they could be entered at every entrace to the house). Then on of us told us he's coming. So we ran to our homes, as me, too. The thing is, the yew came not after others, but after me. Now as I was home, he ringed at our flat and my dad opened him. The yew (don't know his name) started to shout at my dad, making a scene. What my dad did he freaked out / went berserk, got a hand hammer and went up on the yew. He became afraid and started to run, while my dad followed him pair of steps! :roflol:
At first I was pretty scared and embarassed, but after that, we all laughed heartly at that. LOL
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