The wind susurrated through the weeping willows that
lined the edge of the estate like giant, drooping golems and made them sway, as
though in whispered conference. The young boys looked up from the ditch they
were hiding in, mouths agape. To their young, suggestible minds the trees were
alive, guarding the grounds from juvenile interlopers such as themselves. They looked
at each other with fear in their eyes, except for Danny. Danny’s eyes were filled
with determination. The others drew courage from him and turned back to the estate.
With wordless consent they crept towards the trees as one.
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