The grumpy old man
It was cold day of mid December. Cloudy, dark and it seemed it would rain heavily. Mr. Hans did not need any weather forecast to carry an umbrella and a bulky warm coat. His experience was enough for him to prognosticate things. Whenever others advised him to do things which he did not feel like doing, he would have a go at them saying 'how many freaking years have you lived son? More than me? No? Then shut your mouth up'. And he would leave with a sarcastic laugh, nodding his head. No one would dare to speak to him after that.
Mr. Hans predicted things quite astonishingly too. Once the radio forecasted that it would rain heavily. But Mr. Hans looked at the sky, smirked and refused to take umbrella with him. He said, 'do you really think it will rain? These dark clouds will flee to some other land with the help of winds. It will be sunny day in an hour or two. Give me my sunglasses instead'. And he marched on. And after some hours, it really was sunny and hot. Everyone was stunned.
But that very day of mid December, it never rained. Mr. Hans returned with a miserable face in the evening. Everybody looked at his face and saw that he was sad about his failed prediction. He quietly entered the home, placed his umbrella beside the chair and perched. He stared at the umbrella for a long time and said, 'Damn it! I have become too old now. I mistook umbrella for my stick.' He joked and laughed.