Better go home, guys!

Guna said, "Hey, guys, let's throw all the rest of the worms into the pond. Why must we waste the food? Maybe if we come again the next time, they will remember us."
"Good idea," we said.
So we dumped all the remaining worms into the pond as quickly as possible because back in our minds there was only one fear; the thought of going all the way back home by crossing the cemetery.
Ghosts. Spirits of the dead. Shadows. Dark shapes. Strange noises and all the things of the night! We had to cross the dreaded path to get home.
Hurriedly we walked; at first in brisk walking steps, then to a jog and finally into a sprint. We were not shouting but a kind of whisper because we were really scared. Getting nearer to the cemetery, we were exhausted. We could not run any more. So we slowed to a walk; huddled close together. No one dared to be left behind or near to the tombstones.
It was so silent that we could hear the other's heart beat. Doom! Doom! Doom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Sweat flowed freely down our backs and our hands. We did not realise the weight of the fish on the reeds. We had completely forgotten about those poor fish dangling there. It was the fear that had all of us transfixed.
The fear now was not one would feel sitting at home and watching a really scary movie but one of real terrifying sensation embedded in us. We walked slowly in a group all huddled up; not one brave enough to walk near the tombstones. Although it was dark, the moon and the stars provided a little illumination to guide us. We could still make out the strange shapes that were distinct in graveyards; the tombstones. Once in a while a breeze brought a nice fragrance of flowers; or was it. We were expecting for a sound or something to appear or to spring out. There was none. Only our ears were pricked for anything strange.

Action! Go Ahead. Get them!

Stealing! Stealing them would be a serious crime. If we were caught; we could not imagine the worst. Our parents would be informed and we would be locked up in the cell of the police station.
The temptation was so great that we had to get the fruits come what may. Finally after a long discussion on the pros and cons, we voted to steal them. By using a show of hands, we voted Ravi to do the nasty job. We used the common rhyme “Lai, lai, li, li lai thum, plomp”
He was quick and agile and soon he was over the barbed wire fence and the wooden wall. As agile as a monkey and as quick as lightning, he was up the tall guava tree. Our hearts pounded in union and I bet we could hear the pounding too. Each of us hoped he would not fall and that the owner would not come charging like a bull and shouting. We whispered and urged him on his arduous task of climbing. The fruits were quite high up in the tree. I was sure then that this was the reason why he had not bothered to pluck them. What a waste! I wondered.
Soon he had reached a big and voluptuous one. He plucked and dropped it over the fence. We were able to catch it. Next he move over to another branch and he did the same. From one branch to another he moved. We had not made any mistake in the candidate for this job. Fruit after fruit he plucked and we had quite a number. We whispered and asked him to get down as we already had enough to share among ourselves.
Ravi must have been greedy because he attempted to reach another branch where a huge juicy guava was awaiting him. Then the unexpected happened. Did the owner came and caught us stealing? Read on.