That night, as Noah lay in bed, he contemplated how his life had changed since moving here. He had made a strange new friend, and had a very attentive landlady. He had a very nice, shared flat to stay in, and hopefully the work would begin to arise soon. On the whole, he felt that his life had definitely improved. Turning to the side, he noticed with disgust that there was a small moth on his bedroom wall, just above his bed. How awful. He lay, frozen, not wishing to move in case the evil creature should begin flapping its demonic wings and flying around near his face. What if it bit him? Did moths have teeth? He was suddenly shocked out of these thoughts by the sound of a very loud dragging noise in the sitting room. He lay silently, not sure if he had heard correctly. Then it happened again. Grateful for the distraction (and a valid reason to leave the room, and the moth, behind), he leapt out of bed and crept out of his room. The hallway was dark, but the sitting room was filled with moonlight. Noah inched towards the sitting room slowly, fully expecting to intercept a burglar. He could see him, dragging something across the floor. He tiptoed into the room, and then launched himself at the darkened figure.
"AAAARGH!" Screamed the figure, as an airborne Noah came crashing down on top of him. "What are you doing? What are you doing?" The figure yelled, as he flailed and wriggled about.
"How dare you try and steal from us?" Noah shouted, punching the intruder with all of his strength. "Moses! Moses! Ring the police! We've got a burglar!" He continued to assault his victim. "Don't worry though - I've got him!"
"Noah! Will you let go of me!" The person shrieked, trying in vain to escape.
"What? How do you know my name? Oh, I see - you've been planning this for a long time, haven't you? You villain!"
"What is going on in here?" A voice demanded to know. The light was switched on, and Mrs Bishop stood in the doorway, in a black silk nightgown and grey dressing gown. "Noah - what on Earth are you doing?"
"Mrs Bishop, I am apprehending a criminal!"
"How dare you! I am not a criminal!" The person protested, now lying limply on the floor.
"Curious-looking criminal." Mrs Bishop observed, tartly.
Noah looked down, for the first time, at the perceived criminal that he had beaten so furiously, and instantly wished that he was back in the room with the moth.
"Oh Moses - I am sorry." His flatmate was laid pathetically, stretched out on the floor, looking rather like a dormouse that had died in a shoebox.
"I think - I am in need - of medical attention." He gasped, hardly daring to move in case he discovered that he had fractured bones. It was best to remain still in such situations.
"Of course, I'll go and ring the doctor." Noah gabbled. He ran across the room to find the phone, but then came back slowly. "What were you doing dragging things around in the middle of the night?" He asked, standing over his victim, who looked ready for death.
"I was moving these Victorian curtains out of my room. I felt that they might look better in here."
"You were doing interior design in the dark?"
"I wasn't going to change them now!" He snapped, "I was going to wait until the morning and see what you thought. Now go and ring the doctor!"
"Yes, of course - I'll do that now."
"AAAARGH!" Screamed the figure, as an airborne Noah came crashing down on top of him. "What are you doing? What are you doing?" The figure yelled, as he flailed and wriggled about.
"How dare you try and steal from us?" Noah shouted, punching the intruder with all of his strength. "Moses! Moses! Ring the police! We've got a burglar!" He continued to assault his victim. "Don't worry though - I've got him!"
"Noah! Will you let go of me!" The person shrieked, trying in vain to escape.
"What? How do you know my name? Oh, I see - you've been planning this for a long time, haven't you? You villain!"
"What is going on in here?" A voice demanded to know. The light was switched on, and Mrs Bishop stood in the doorway, in a black silk nightgown and grey dressing gown. "Noah - what on Earth are you doing?"
"Mrs Bishop, I am apprehending a criminal!"
"How dare you! I am not a criminal!" The person protested, now lying limply on the floor.
"Curious-looking criminal." Mrs Bishop observed, tartly.
Noah looked down, for the first time, at the perceived criminal that he had beaten so furiously, and instantly wished that he was back in the room with the moth.
"Oh Moses - I am sorry." His flatmate was laid pathetically, stretched out on the floor, looking rather like a dormouse that had died in a shoebox.
"I think - I am in need - of medical attention." He gasped, hardly daring to move in case he discovered that he had fractured bones. It was best to remain still in such situations.
"Of course, I'll go and ring the doctor." Noah gabbled. He ran across the room to find the phone, but then came back slowly. "What were you doing dragging things around in the middle of the night?" He asked, standing over his victim, who looked ready for death.
"I was moving these Victorian curtains out of my room. I felt that they might look better in here."
"You were doing interior design in the dark?"
"I wasn't going to change them now!" He snapped, "I was going to wait until the morning and see what you thought. Now go and ring the doctor!"
"Yes, of course - I'll do that now."