A man rented an old home on a quiet hill in the middle of the woods. He had no neighbors to speak of, and was looking forward to peace and quiet.
About a week after he moved in, he received a phone call. “I am the Vinder Viper,” the voice on the end of the line said. “I am coming there in two weeks.”
The caller abruptly hung up, and the man was a little surprised. What was a Vinder Viper? What did he want? He tried to look up Vinder Viper on the Internet but couldn’t find anything.
A week later, the phone rang again. “I am the Vinder Viper,” he said again. “I will be there in one week.” Once again, the caller hung up the phone before he could ask a question.
Now the man was getting nervous. Who could the Vinder Viper be? He began to wish he lived closer to other people. Being all alone out in the woods – who knew what would come of him?
He counted the days until the Vinder Viper said he was coming. Almost a week later, the phone rang again, “I am the Vinder Viper. I will come there tomorrow!” Once again, the caller hung up the phone with no explanation.
The next day, the man was jumpy, listening for strange noises and watching for anyone to sneak up his hill. He had just settled down with a cup of coffee when the doorbell rang.
Cautiously, he approached the door and peered through the peephole. He didn’t see anyone. He slowly opened the door, and there on the porch was a little old man with a thick accent.
“Hello,” he said. “I am the Vinder Viper. I’m here to vash your vindows.”
