“Oh, they… don’t like to speak,” warned Ms Windrow politely.
As Tom didn’t take it seriously, he invited them outside and kindly took the situation in his hands.
“So, what are your names?” he asked in a self-assured voice but neither of them answered. “We’re The Smiths, Tom and Marta.” Feeling silence stroking in, Tom wanted to ask something, when suddenly children turned around and fled to the forest nearby.