One isn't quite sure he wants to double up his fists and the other one is ready to go. They are dolls unless they are angry. They are somewhere close to the ocean. Its 1935, I'd be five years old then and I'd be there fighting. There were only boys around when I was raised so I had to be ready to fight. The boys are playing right now but it could turn into a fight. There names are Tommy and Jessy. Tommy is my son and that boy reminds me of him. The one with the fists wins. The other one has his head down and that gives him doubt. The one on the right is going to grow up to be outgoing and the other one will end up working at a desk.