|You go get it, you kicked it after all.
Two kids stand outside a decrepit wooden picket fence surrounding an old equally shabby wooden house. The overgrown lawn is more weeds than grass. A tall oak tree stand to one side. Its dried dead leaves make a rattling sound as the wind blows through. Under the tree a shiny new soccer ball lay. The two kids had been playing soccer on the street before an overly ambitious kick had sent the ball flying over into his
yard.Fine! But you owe me.
The child looked up at the house, scanning the windows for movement. The coast seemed to be clear. He creaked open the low wooden fence and crept out onto the yard. Finally, after what seemed like years, he made it to the tree and scooped up his prize.
Just then the door burst open! It was him
His cane knocked against the wooden planks and the afternoon sun glinted of his glasses. The child screamed and ran as fast as he could out of the yard and down the street, his friend way up ahead of him. Neither stopped until they were safe at home.Dang kids!
wheezed old man Quanteny shaking his fist after themI told you to stay off my lawn!Quanteny
Quanteny is that cranky old man that lives down the street that all the neighborhood kids are afraid of. Like most old people he enjoys naps, reminiscing about the good old days
and complaining about kids today
He also did used to walk to school uphill both ways...
in a snow storm...
wearing his grandmas old pajamas...
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