Catapult

I looked out the high window late in the afternoon to see what was going on below in the yard. Big J was rolled up in a heap on the ground while Puck stood over him, chatting. I sensed there had been some injury about halfway through their afternoon post-school playdate, so I walked down there to find out what had happened.

“Ow,” Big J moaned, holding his side and his leg.

“So, boys… what’s going on?” I asked.

Puck had a guilty grin on his face. “We were catapulting each other across the yard with this,” he pointed to the large hammock stand they’d found behind the garden shed.

“Yeah,” Big J agreed, beginning to sit up off the ground. “Gus didn’t really go anywhere when I tried to catapult him. But I did.”

Ten minutes later, they left the big wild adventure of the outdoors to the outdoors, and migrated to the Xbox.