There are two boys, Tommy and Billy. They are about the same size. They are one the beach, facing each other with their fists up. They are smiling. There is a big, tall wall.
Somebody between them is watching and smiling. His name is John. He needs to step in before problems develop. Somebody smaller maybe a younger brother, is observing. His name is Rex. He realizes there is danger. The boys in the background see trouble brewing, I hope they are peacemakers.
Nations, take note!
It's a game. Before this, they were playing. They should keep it safe. One of them says 'sit down, you're in the way," the other one says "put 'em up,"--it's automatic that these two should be talking to each other.
There's great danger here: a wrong word, a wrong move, could mean war. Why are you so hateful? There is a need for counselors. Somebody call Winston Churchill. Where's his cigar?
Their mothers would be horrified. It's summer and they met here on the beach. There's no anger on either of their faces. They've got good haircuts. Somebody is going to throw some dirt--it seems like a dumb thing to do, if they've been friends with each other all this time.
It feels frightening. It feels useless. It's a story full of danger. We need peace!
The bell rang! It is time to go back to school. It's a story that has just begun.