"Mr. Wood, the airport..."

"Change the flight time!"

Shawn crossed the sidewalk and walked straight to Joshua.

Fiona scratched his head. Mr. Wood was trying to meddle in this little boy's business?

Since when has Mr. Wood been so kind?

She quickly unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car.

The parents rushed over and separated the children.

Joshua stood alone, clenching his fists. The stick in his hand had been broken in two.

There were a few scratches on his face, and his clothes