The Stones

There was this crystal clear pond, without a ripple on it. Alongside the pond sat a small boy. Next to the boy was a large pile of flat stones which the boy was using for water skipping. Got the image in your mind - good, it has not value in this story.

Along the road came a man, a very angry mean man. He kicked a dog he encountered. He poked a cow, he jabbed a goat; you get the picture. He just was not a nice person. Anyway, along the road he walked and eventually he came near the pond (remember the pond) and he tripped. Now he began to swear. And he swore 'til the birds fly away and the pond gets ruffled. That's a lot of swearing.

The boy (ok, so he did matter to the story) became agitated by the man and he asked the man, politely, to stop the cussing. The man simply swore at him too. So the boy responded as any young boy would.

He hit him dead in the forehead with one of the stones.