The summer holidays were just beginning, and the playground was teeming with kids. Small ones, big ones, and those in between. The smallest ones were sliding the chutes, swinging the swings and climbing the monkey bars. The bigger ones were sitting on the benches, chatting together and listening to music.
The middle ones were playing football, hide and seek and tag.
Suddenly, someone started fighting on the basketball court.
“You spilled water on me, you doofus!”
“Hey, don’t call me that! It’s your fault anyway! You shouldn’t have tried to take the ball from me!”
“Well, you can keep the stupid ball! You can’t even score a single basket.”
“You’re one to talk! You can’t even see the basket without your glasses, four-eyes.”
“What was that? I can’t understand a word you’re saying with all those wires in your mouth, tinsel-teeth, ha-ha!”
The children went on exchanging insults and laughter for a good long while.
In the meantime, the basketball which had started the fight rolled away and stopped at a bench where an old man with a long beard and a strange, old-fashioned top hat was sitting.
He was just quietly sitting there and watching the children fight without uttering a word. But the fight went on and on. The kids were at each other’s throats and wouldn’t let it go.
Suddenly, the old man slowly lifted his wrinkly hand, and as his hand started rising, so did the ball, which had been at his feet up until now.
The boy with glasses stood there in silence, completely dumbstruck. The words he was just about to say got stuck inside his gaping mouth.
“Stop staring at me! Can’t you see me properly? I thought you had that extra pair of eyes for that,” mocked the girl…