Exploration #2

So, four boys once again set off into the rain-soaked wilderness of the afternoon to escape the town. Hidden by tall grass and overcast skies they moved forward through marshes and brush to continue their path from the last exploration. There they came upon a wounded boat, its underbelly slashed and battered, deciding to end it's miserable existence of rotting and groaning among the trees and grass, they took up the nearby hammers and proceeded to beat the boat into deathly state like one would a beached dolphin. Then a great razor fence blocked their path, a whole was bashed through its various metal twines until passage was safe. The tracks below were rusted with time and rain, their reverberations are shrill and deafening when struck with their ties. Great green bones lay before us like a skeleton of something new to come. Child like curiousity was intoxicating, we climbed in and above the green behemoths like bees in a hive of rusty honey. We chased one another in a game we knew to be tag. We called out and sang in songs we new to be middle eastern. We sat and basked in what we knew to be the setting sun. We set out for what we knew to be home.