What’s this?
Isn’t this the spot on my trails where the boys sometimes hang out?
Hmm.
I don’t see any boys now.
All I see are a bunch of rock piles where the boys usually are.
.
.
These rock piles are really tall.
Rock piles have been sprouting up here and there on my trails lately – but I’ve never seen any this big.
They must be special rock piles.
But where did those boys go?
Are they hiding back here?
Maybe they’re hiding in the bushes.
I don’t see those boys anywhere.
I wonder if they hid underground.
I’d better check.
Oh wait. What’s this?
This is proof.
Those boys are here.
It’s an airsoft pellet.
A sure sign that boys are here.
But where are they?
Oh.
Oh no.
I finally figured it out.
I know where they are.
No wonder those rock piles are really tall.
Someone turned those boys into rocks.
Yup, it’s them alright.
Who’s going to go tell their mothers?
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