Ali Baba knocked twice on the door and stepped back, waiting, but no one answered.
It was odd, for Aisha was always quick to answer.
Perhaps she was out.
As he knocked again and no one responded, he became certain the house was empty.
Scratching his head and wondering what to do, Morjana landed on the roof and cawed, as though inviting him to join her.
The boy then threw his sling bag over the wall, which landed with a heavy thud on the other side. He backed a few paces and rushed towards the wall, quickly pushing himself off it, and his hands grabbed the edge of the roof.
Wriggling, he hauled himself up before jumping off in the middle of the house, dusting his hands. " Well, glad my skills haven't dulled."
He grabbed the bag and went straight for the only room in the house, finding it empty, the beds made, and the window cracked open, letting the breeze play inside.
