Ten year old Harold enjoyed terrorizing his eight year old sister Margret. One day in the empty lot at the corner of their neighborhood he found a nasty looking object, guaranteed to elicit shrieks from any grammar school girl.
“Ha! Ha!” the diminutive instigator chortled. “This is bound to make for quite a nice trick!”
There was a sort of ongoing contest between the young pranksters. She’d always managed to figure out quite a delightful variety of ways to make him cringe too. Theirs was somewhat of a lopsided rapport.
“Those are the oddest youngsters!” Mrs. Fensterblau gasped.