I was running late for school pickup. It is at the back gate, so they would be hanging out in the field waiting for my arrival.
As I arrive, I see R talking to an older boy. Then the boy starts trying to pull R's backpack off his shoulders.
I call out, "hey R! Time to go."
The boy lets go of his bag and walks away, looking very guilty.
When R comes through the gates, I quietly ask, "was that boy being mean to you?"
"Nah, I took his bag first. I said I was the Bag Burglar then ran off with it."
Then I start to look for J. I see him in a distant part of the field, and he appears to be crawling.
I call out, "J, are you ok? Come on!"
He stands, spits a long strand of grass out of his mouth and walks through the gate.
"What were you doing?", I ask.
"I was being a zebra."
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