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Four Yobs.

The four Yobs were always up to some form of devilment. Kicking over dustbins and running off laughing and shouting. Four nuisances were just one of the names given to the Yobs. Yobs as you might know is Boys written backwards it suited them and on the quiet they were proud of their name.

It seems that nothing could or would stop them. This was just the start they told each other. The fun stopped after they competed with each other to see who could break the most windows. This really upset the people on the large estate where the four lived. Some of the men decided that enough is enough and it was time that something was done about the Yobs rude behaviour.

Teams of four men now walked the streets especially as it got dark. The men were determined to stop this bad behaviour before some one reported the goings on to the Police. A number of elderly people lived on the estate some of which were in a bad way. A few were in ill health. Others had difficulty getting in the shopping and generally running errands.

The four Yobs were out late in the evening one could hear the loud clanging of dustbin lids being banged together. Piles of rubbish from the dustbins had been thrown all over the road and the pavements. The team of men that were out to stop the rude goings on finally met up with the Yobs.

The Yobs had no chance against the team of men. The men escorted the Yobs back to the old Church hall. Reluctantly the Yobs went quietly with the men to the hall. Questions flew thick and fast. Why do you all behave so stupidly? The damaged dustbins, new dustbins had to be paid for from the local Council funds. Everyone on the estate grumbled about the taxes that all had to pay. The Yobs thought that the Local Council Funds were paid by the Government they did not mean any harm. The Government took the money from the taxes that the Yobs paid in tax when they bought cigarettes or the occasional beer when they went to the neighbouring village. Couldn’t drink in their own village their parents would kick up hell if they knew their boys were drinking alcohol.

The men put a few ideas into the Yobs heads. How would it be if the Yobs were to run the errands for the elderly people? What about digging and looking after the old peoples gardens? Instead of throwing stones at poor peoples windows why not go around and clean the windows for the elderly. They would loose the name of Yobs but was it really worth it to be called such a name?

Now the Estate is a quiet tidy place most of the gardens now have many different flowers and look a treat. It is quiet now, as it gets dark. The Yobs still meet but usually in the old Church Hall, Things are discussed as to what they could do next for one of the elderly either sick or too old to be doing any heavy work on the estate.

The Yobs have taken it upon themselves to look after small children so that the parents could have a break for a day or so. In fact hardly any one remembers the name of Yobs now it is the smart young men that are so good with their hands. Young men that can dig and plant a garden that a professional gardener would be proud of, hardly any one talks of empty dustbins with rubbish spread all over the roads and pavements. The Estate is a happy place now that the Yobs have settled down. All speak of that wonderful place out in the country. Sometimes I wish that I had a house where all is quiet and comfortable. Bern