They ate all my melons… vandalized the garden… they wander around the house, clucking war songs… trample the sand in our ponds… showing their creepy faces in the fields…
And then they decided to sit on the bench, in the courtyard.
Where will I find them next time ? In my bedroom ? Rummaging through my stuff, or taking a bath in our bathroom ?
They gather under the olive tree to establish their plan of attack. A piece of advice for you : don’t look at them in the eyes.