Looking out the front window at dusk I see the acacia tree blowing around and then I see boys legs hanging down. The pack of neighborhood boys are in a game.

Later a mother stops by looking for one of the boys. I point out the now still acacia tree as a possibility.

She is not happy.

I guess this is not a place the boys are allowed to play .

I am on the boys side, next time I will not spill the beans.